I can wear sweats all day long, make whatever I want for dinner, or whatever the boys will agree to eat, you know whatever. I can put my laptop on the kitchen table, and blog while I drink my coffee. I don't worry about being under anyone's influence or control. I'm HAPPY and to me that matters more than anything.
I am free to express myself, I can't be punished for the rights given to me by the constitution! Guess what? I SO ENJOY free speech! No one can punish me for it either! It's great! Can't touch me!!
That's right NO ONE CAN TOUCH ME! Oh yea. Doesn't sound like a moment to celebrate to everyone, but to the many who have been victim of domestic violence, it's something to eat cake over.
I do not believe in soul mates. I believe there might be someone I could potentially be involved with and tolerate for a period of time. I have yet to meet that person. I'm a tad bit crazy, but I make up for it in overwhelming AWESOME.
I'm a chunky girl, I don't really mind, but I'm getting super annoyed by knocking the lamp off my night stand with my ass, every night, just trying to get into bed. I'm also SHORT. 5'3 .. who the heck is responsible for creating beds that sit 4 feet off the floor? The least they could do would be to build in a step or two, you know. I wouldn't have bought it had I known I would need a harness and climbing hooks to get on it. Dicks.
There aren't many people that I don't like, but when I don't like someone, I really hate them. Now and then, I will hate someone as a matter of respect. For instance, Christen (one of my bitches) was talking to Ashlee (another of my bitches). I walked in mind conversation. Christen didn't like someone, as they had said something stupid about her. My reply? "Fuck that bitch, I hate her guts, she needs stomped out!" Who? I don't know, doesn't matter, I stand by my bitches!
I don't get along with my mother. I have a long list of reasons I could give, but as a child I expect my parent to love me and protect me. Not too much to ask, yet my mother can do neither. I'm not crappy about it, instead I LOVE MY CHILDREN AND WOULD DIE FOR THEM. I would give up my LAST BREATH just so they could TAKE ONE MORE. I'm a good mommy because I never got that.
I don't have a bucket list. I don't see the point. I have seen the faces of every one of my children the second they were born. It wasn't about beauty, it was, all about wiping that white shit off their faces. I have said good bye to breast feeding and shitty diapers. I feel my bucket list is complete, and now I'm in bonus time! THANKS GOD!! YOU'RE THE ULTIMATE ALMIGHTY!!
Dear Bobbie, I'm glad white people didn't kill all of your ancestors, it would suck to not have you as my cousin. White Bobbie wouldn't be nearly as good, she also wouldn't want to humiliate people who mistook her for being Mexican, because she'd be white, and white people don't have that problem.You also would not have had that native american father, and white dads are too uptight to buy 8 year old little kings and believe it was ok because the cans were smaller. Your dad rocked!
Even though this Thanksgiving will be hard, we have so much to be THANKFUL for. Turkey, ham, and deviled eggs are at the top of my list. As well as a wonderful tightly knitted closer than ever family. Temporarily we have fewer, but one day we will have so much more. I'm 10 years away from giving my (in 10 years) 26 year old son permission to start having children. For now, my fat ass is looking forward to eating WAY MORE than any human being should. YAY THANKSGIVING.
What if this is as good as it gets? It's fine with me, I don't want to brush my hair anyway!
And now you know, as much as I am willing to tell you, about me.
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