She Needs Rock and Roll................
SOOOOOOOOO BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD.
Thankfully, she's going to see Buckcherry tomorrow, yay!
Omagod, you guys, wtf is up with the universe today?? What the fuck is up with me today??? Today has been nothing but wonky.
The baby feels crappy. She's teething and she's got her first wittle code. *sniff* She's boogery and whiny and her mouth hurts and her little poo-hole hurts (side affect of teething...man it's a good thing we don't remember going through all that) and she's freakin' exhausted and refused to nap this afternoon. So for the first time, I was faced with an inconsolable baby. Which was way more emotionally draining than I thought. So i stressed it rather than just thinking that it's something kids do, and she won't remember this later on...stupid hindsight.
Boys make me so sad. I have once again lowered myself to picking through personals...which is ridiculous...and the guys that I write to, (usually to say something snarky) are the ones who are all slobbery and sending me random cock-shots (guys, don't DO that. Don't send girls you've never met, nay, never even chatted with online, pictures of your cock. From different angles. Just...don't.)
And then of course the one or two that actually impress me by spelling things right want nothing to do with me. Which I admit, it does hurt my feelers.
But whatever. Next time something gets me down I'm just gonna be a Mooninite.
Besides, I'm saving myself for him:
Sexiest man EVAR. Great rhythm. I was feeling nostalgic today so I threw on MC94 in the car....the dude is just the best living drummer, period. If you haven't heard the album, you should.
*sigh* Seriously, we're getting married soon.
Really.
I could call him for you. But I won't. Because we Mooninites communicate telepathically. We even have a different word for telepathy, but our language is so beautiful and complex. It is far beyond your realm of comprehension.
*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh*
The fucktard fuckulas on the freeways didn't help my mood tonight either.
We don't drive on the moon. We have PIJPS. Personal Internal Jet Propulsion Systems. Humans can't comprehend it. It's too advanced. Mm.
And then there's the whole stupid tattoo issue, but I'm too tired for all that noise now.
SOOOOOOOOO BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD.
Thankfully, she's going to see Buckcherry tomorrow, yay!
Omagod, you guys, wtf is up with the universe today?? What the fuck is up with me today??? Today has been nothing but wonky.
The baby feels crappy. She's teething and she's got her first wittle code. *sniff* She's boogery and whiny and her mouth hurts and her little poo-hole hurts (side affect of teething...man it's a good thing we don't remember going through all that) and she's freakin' exhausted and refused to nap this afternoon. So for the first time, I was faced with an inconsolable baby. Which was way more emotionally draining than I thought. So i stressed it rather than just thinking that it's something kids do, and she won't remember this later on...stupid hindsight.
Boys make me so sad. I have once again lowered myself to picking through personals...which is ridiculous...and the guys that I write to, (usually to say something snarky) are the ones who are all slobbery and sending me random cock-shots (guys, don't DO that. Don't send girls you've never met, nay, never even chatted with online, pictures of your cock. From different angles. Just...don't.)
And then of course the one or two that actually impress me by spelling things right want nothing to do with me. Which I admit, it does hurt my feelers.
But whatever. Next time something gets me down I'm just gonna be a Mooninite.
Besides, I'm saving myself for him:
Sexiest man EVAR. Great rhythm. I was feeling nostalgic today so I threw on MC94 in the car....the dude is just the best living drummer, period. If you haven't heard the album, you should.
*sigh* Seriously, we're getting married soon.
Really.
I could call him for you. But I won't. Because we Mooninites communicate telepathically. We even have a different word for telepathy, but our language is so beautiful and complex. It is far beyond your realm of comprehension.
*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh*
The fucktard fuckulas on the freeways didn't help my mood tonight either.
We don't drive on the moon. We have PIJPS. Personal Internal Jet Propulsion Systems. Humans can't comprehend it. It's too advanced. Mm.
And then there's the whole stupid tattoo issue, but I'm too tired for all that noise now.