I can always count on my own mind to make myself feel better about, well, just about anything. I don't need to consult a psychiatrist, or talk to a therapist, no. I just need to have that little conversation with "me" and all the stars seem to align. Perhaps that is how crazy people are born.
My friend in the office who shall remain nameless for the sake of, nothing really, but just being nice - has a 15 year old son who likes to walk the dog. A lot. Apparantly there is a girl in the neighborhood that meets him between houses at the A/C unit to give him bj's. I friggin' love it. Of COURSE she's teen-angst ridden and wears really thick, black eye-liner and crams her ass into skinny jeans (which are so not cool if you're a normal adult) and drops to give him 20. Actually, it's probably more like 1.5 min. But I digress.
None of my fucking clothes fit me. All my jeans hang off my non-existent ass which my husband must remind me daily, that I don't have. I don't know where I have gone. It's disturbing on many levels. I always look at the really crazy stick-like folk around here and think one of two things: quit doing meth....and....quit doing meth. There are some nasty ass people around the square. You can't go anywhere without someone looking like they just rolled out of bed, forgot that they had court, smell like booze, cigs, etc. It reminds you of all the stupid things you did when you were younger...makes you wonder how nothing ever happened to you and ESPECIALLY makes you wonder what would have happened had you kept on being. Stupid.
I really have PMS today. It's a fire ignited within and I can't fucking help it. I really want something but I can't put my finger quite on it.
2 comments:
I am so sorry for your PMS, but girlie you are so so funny. Where do you work that people tell you about their crazy sexually active little ones...well I guess 15 is not so little any more. TTYL
I work in a law office...it's crazy around here. I love it! She's so nonchalant about it too. ;-)
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