What is it about the middle/end of December that makes people get so fucking crazy? Besides Christmas, obviously. Today some asshole almost ran me over with his ugly oversized SUV. When boyfriend looked at him in a pissed-off way, he got out of the car and started yelling at us. Boyfriend, of course, got all blah blah blah. I hate it when this shit happens.
I think that...weirdly...his mother is jealous of me. A little uneasy that he's marrying me. I have no doubt that she loves me + Little Boy. But I think that now boyfriend is really committing she's slightly freaking out. Understandable. I think I might freak out much in the same way when Little Boy grows up if he wants to marry someone.
Hmmm...I haven't written anything in here since June. I just like to look at all the pretty pictures. Maybe I'll join some groups. Maybe not. It seems that on the Internet, I'm much like I am in life: quiet, keeping to myself, shy, wallflower, dfaldkfjsdlfkj.
I think the potty-training of Little Boy is almost complete...
I think that...weirdly...his mother is jealous of me. A little uneasy that he's marrying me. I have no doubt that she loves me + Little Boy. But I think that now boyfriend is really committing she's slightly freaking out. Understandable. I think I might freak out much in the same way when Little Boy grows up if he wants to marry someone.
Hmmm...I haven't written anything in here since June. I just like to look at all the pretty pictures. Maybe I'll join some groups. Maybe not. It seems that on the Internet, I'm much like I am in life: quiet, keeping to myself, shy, wallflower, dfaldkfjsdlfkj.
I think the potty-training of Little Boy is almost complete...