this is what you can do for me. get me some water. i won't drink tap. doesn't taste right. get me some juice. if there isn't a carton of o.j. i can swig from throughout the day, there is something missing. make the days go quicker. someone light a firecracker under my ass. get me some coffee. i don't like routine. make me like it more. between naptimes and dinner times and meltdowns...make the chaos of having a small child more appealing. give me some goddamn hope. the dreams i kept in the past, pulling on them from time to time as options, have dissolved. they stand stupid now. awkward and immature. i almost hate them. i need an attitude adjustment. i need to see the silver lining and
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y:
I find myself oddly compelled to do all that stuff for you 
They don't call me Lackey for nothing 
They don't call me Lackey for nothing 
cathshee:
move to colorado, convince sister to ditch freaky longhaired controling boy. . . .free yourself from ALL the PAST, and start over as the amazing single mom from outerspace.....(or learn to love the man, FGS).....move closer to your other lackey (ME). For free child care and back rubs(you forgot about them did'nt chya). . . .people say I give better backrubs then this girl who is a licensed back rub giver. . . . .it's all about the love baby. . . .and bite a bullett. . . 