cutie patootie.
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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 loudly-about their respective divorce proceedings, their new boyfriend/husband, their desire to have children/have more children. note, they were my age or younger.
a couple of young ass tag chasers comparing ranks of their latest conquest.
and another group of girls planning a wedding.
and what seems to be a support group of sorts for cheating wives.
there is the occasional marine who orders the most complicated drink…EVER.
and then there’s me.
glad to be married, love my husband, not even a thought of divorce or infidelity, no desire for children, blue hair, my own job/paycheck, my degree, and a very low tolerance for any of this shit.
why won’t anyone be my friend?
lol.
Something people need to get around. Re-Blog ladies!
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