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Bizarre and strange bunch of useless babble that will allow you to live in my brain for as long as you'd like to stay. It's all about the feelings baby! (Not liable if you leave this blog needing to be committed into your local psychiatric hospital!)
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
I'm moving again.
You know, I move so much that I'm beginning to answer to the name Uhaul. Damn it all. It takes forever and of course, something you or I love, gets broke. :0( wahhh!! Hopefully my nomads days will be over soon. Pray for me my children, pray. Thanks!!!
Loading....can ya handle it?
I'm referencing what all cell phones and pc's do before you can get started doing anything. Personally, I have no patience and have been know to thrash a comp or 2. Is this wrong one may ask? Well you tell me. I say Damn the Man tdoesn. 't see both sids of my cin.z
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
What about that?!
You know, I go into say Walmart or Walgreens and notice how kids treat their parents now days. Buy me this....get me that...you heard what I said mother. Now I don't know about you all, but my add would be hurting for 2 weeks if I EVER spoke like that to my mom. Spanking should be allowed. And people wonder why young people are the way they are now days. Hmmm.
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Thursday, October 27, 2011
WAKE UP AND EVERYONE NEEDS SOME HELP BOY!!
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Wednesday, October 26, 2011
My thought before the night grows dim, and the weirdness starts.
I like this time of year. Cool, eerrrie, there's some fright in the air...I LOVE IT!!!
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Friday, October 14, 2011
I wonder if........
That old special someone is down here on focal while his 32 to flame goes to Job Corp for 18 months. I want Jim to man up, plummeted down the $78.00, and divorce my wicked add. Oh no, he's too much of a little boy to do the right thing. There's always tomorrow right. Hoof might Irene.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Heard his voice.
I can the person that added to my sorrow after 3 years. Anger, inquizative, but he called me back. I tried but hang up. Felt weird, like we had never even had met...but we did. He had no answer for my question. He was stern-voiced. Whatever Mr wonderfully troubled person!
I hate these feelings!
Questions without answers... Nowhere to hide from the thoughts in my mind...Crying, sadness beyond belief, that no one understands. I asked "her" today in a Facebook message if she was the one who said those lies to THEM, and my life living hell started. Will she be honest with herself and me? The guilt is going to kill me if I never get the truth.
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