Coro.

Fuck livejournal.

And when I'm done fucking livejournal I'm gonna fuck this guy.



Oh, Amy Winehouse, I want your husband.

I actually feel bad for people who don't want children.



Because mine is a mo'fuckin' badass.

I'm so sick to my stomache.
I'm sure that's obvious.

If I'm not friends with you, could you make it clear and delete me from here and myspace.

I'm really sick of being stabbed in the back and all that wonderful shit.

i need new hair.

any, any, any ideas?

it's like collarbone length and the right side is like two inches longer than the left.

it's really laaaame, help me.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Oh my god.
In the matter of like 5 minutes I've thrown up four, oh now five times.
And it's weird because it's not because my tummy hurts it's because everytime I start to cough I don't stop coughing long enough to breathe so it makes my tummy all tight and makes me throw up or something.
I don't know. But if I have to wake up all night when I cough to throw up I'm gonna be pissed.

tonight is fucking retarded.
i never have a babysitter when there's actually something i had planned that i wanted to do.
and whenever i have a babysitter there's nothing to fucking do.

i'm really fucking irritated that i don't have really any friends who'll chill with ACTION and me.
it's fucking retarded.

i'm going to bed.
good fucking night.

I'm having such bad anxiety.
I can't fucking go to sleep.

I took my writen today.
I passed.
So now I can learn how to drive finally.
Wooooohoo.

And I went and looked at my apartment.
It's a shitty little thing but it'll work.
I sign my lease and get my keys tomorrow.
AND MOVE IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I got to see if Scotty Bs calls me and says I got the job.
Because I want it really bad.

I have a job interview tomorrow at Scotty Bs.
I went from being insanely excited to really nervous.

I've never had a job interview.
I don't know what I'm suposed to wear, or say, or anything.\
Advice?
Oh god, wish me luck.

I've decided I'm putting myself in consuling really soon.

It's weird how one person can contribute so much to my depression.
I really believe I'm actually going to kill myself one day.

"why is it that allways the only things you want the most are the hardest to get.
we all remain competative, emotional creatures.
no matter how much we attempt to aviod it.
life is rather confusing.
we strive so hard to get material crap.
most of us are too caught up in our possessions to realize the beautiful relationships that God has granted us in our short lived lives.
take advantage of your youth,
cause nothing lasts forever.
get past the confusion,
realize things are only as hard as you make them.
after all, the answer to the ultimate question of the universe is 42."

You peice of shit, lying, greedy assed thiefs.
Fuck you.
You've completely screwed us over.

Umm to anyone who cares about when I go into labor or whatev.
Because chances are you wont get a phone call like some of you expect because that'll be the last thing on Trace or mine's mind.

So, doctor appointment today basicly concluded that my cervix hasn't dialated yet.
So I check into the hospital FRIDAY 8:PM to be given meds to open my cervix which could cause me to go into labor then.
If not, than SATURDAY 6:AM they'll give me an IV to try to open my cervix.
Than later, give me an IV and whatev else to enduce me.
So Saturday night the baby should be here for sure.
Unless there's some kind of complication.

970-0871 is our cell if you wish to come to the hospital and visit me.
Call like Saturday or some shit to get information.
Or if you know my house number, call my house Friday night or Saturday and my family should know information to help you out.

Okay cool.
Wish me luck!!!!

 

I haven't dyed my hair since June!
& Haven't cut it since March!!

CHRISTMAS IS COMING.
CHRISTMAS IS COMING.
CHRISTMAS IS COMING!!!

&&& Action is comingggggggggg, soon.

I have nothing of importance to say.

I sure hope baby Action is cute.

I'm in an absolutely terrible mood.
Terrible being an understatement.

My fucking kitten died today.
While Trace was watching it and I was showering.
That's my second fucking kitten this week.
I seriously cannot handle it.
I can't fucking stop crying long enough to make a stupid phone call or put on makeup and have someone hang out with me.
I don't understand.
I'm not even going to begin to rant with that, although it looks like I already did. I have so much more I could say about it though about how fucking pissed and upset I am.

My puppy will be gone this weekend.

And I'm seriosuly wishing I wasn't having a baby.
Because if I'm that fucking cursed that I loose two perfectly healthy kittens in a week than I seriously wont be able to handle a baby.

BAHHHHHHH. I want to shoot myself.

I'm waiting for Trace to come pick me up.
So he can give me a ride to Cassidys.
So that should be fun.

I'm wearing sweats because they are comfortable.
Although, I start to feel like a complete scrub after a while so I have jeans to wear later.

I really miss the kitty.
Like a lot.
I'm so lame.