I am in no mood to write tonight. I am full of piss and vinegar, surrounded by negative thoughts. I'm only here tonight b/c of that damn bet which I refuse to lose.
How the hell are things supposed to be getting better? Unemployment numbers are still crazy high, cost of living is skyrocketing, and each time I visit the gas station I wince. At this point, I think a pony and carriage would be a better deal.
I am tired of being screwed over. I'm irritated that well laid plans are shot to hell in two minutes flat.
I'm angry that I can't stay home with my child. I want to whine and complain about all that sucks about singlemotherhood.
Right now I hate the sounds of baby's in Church, not because I don't like babies, but because right now their babbling and squeals of joy serve as a bitter pill that I won't be having a baby anytime soon.
I have nothing good or nice to say right now. I know that these frustrations are fleeting and usually boil up when I am over-tired, but damn it all, I'm pissed off.
And I swear if anyone says to me that me "getting some" will help my attitude, then I'll probably be asking you, my dear readers to help pony up for bail money b/c I am going to physically assault that person. I figure if I'm not having sex, then at least I can kick someone's ass to help relive my stress.
How the hell are things supposed to be getting better? Unemployment numbers are still crazy high, cost of living is skyrocketing, and each time I visit the gas station I wince. At this point, I think a pony and carriage would be a better deal.
I am tired of being screwed over. I'm irritated that well laid plans are shot to hell in two minutes flat.
I'm angry that I can't stay home with my child. I want to whine and complain about all that sucks about singlemotherhood.
Right now I hate the sounds of baby's in Church, not because I don't like babies, but because right now their babbling and squeals of joy serve as a bitter pill that I won't be having a baby anytime soon.
I have nothing good or nice to say right now. I know that these frustrations are fleeting and usually boil up when I am over-tired, but damn it all, I'm pissed off.
And I swear if anyone says to me that me "getting some" will help my attitude, then I'll probably be asking you, my dear readers to help pony up for bail money b/c I am going to physically assault that person. I figure if I'm not having sex, then at least I can kick someone's ass to help relive my stress.
