June 2012
May 2012
be advised jacksonville...
i’m going to go on a killing rampage if this shit doesn’t stop.
here we have the barnes and noble cafe; the perfect illustration of the microcosm of camp lejeune woman. let’s observe.
there’s a chick-can’t be older than i am-with 3 kids.
one of which is screaming, loud. and being completely ignored.
there are two orange girls right next to me, talking-very...
so far today:
got up.
cleaned (the house is still a wreck. what does that tell you about how we live?)
fixed green tea.
put away dishes.
started laundry.
tried to water our flowers and pumpkins.
but they look like they’re drowning.
ate breakfast.
watching the munsters.
now i need a shower. bad.
so...all my friends always take pictures of each...
why don’t they ever do that with me..?
seriously. i don’t understand.
are they ashamed to be my friend and have others know?
or do they just not want my fat ass in their pictures, making them all ugly and stuff..?
every fucking time.
without fail.
dc ssghjhvjkhdsysawwwfhnnllbghbvg!
i really am getting incredibly emotional about...
if it were anyone other than stephen, i wouldn’t go back.
write my curses in cursive.
