I can't breathe I need to keep it together I'm at work.... I feel like my heart is exploding
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2 hours later.. 343.
f**k this sucks.
<blockquote><b>Quoting Brink:</b>" I can't breathe I need to keep it together I'm at work.... I feel like my heart is exploding"</blockquote>
Here comes the storm *deep breathes*
It is so f**king tacky that you are planning your girls' birthday parties together. Their birthdays are not that close together and it's an obvious reach for double the presents from half the guests.
But hey, it's pretty much what I should have expected, so...we'll go. We'll bring two gifts. We'll smile. I'm not going to deprive my kid of a birthday party just because you're a shit head.
oh, plus! I couldn't help but notice your friend looking rather bedraggled this morning. Too bad she's sick and she agreed to watch your lo while you did god-knows-what. THAT's why I wouldn't help you. I could see getting walked all over for a mile away. Sorry, I'm a nice person but that isn't the same thing as a doormat.
Pulled pickled beef sandwiches for tomorrow? I think so.
Tonight? Not a f**king clue.
Quoting All The Pretties:" Here comes the storm *deep breathes*"
We put you on our "prayer board" this morning <3
Watching my big, grown former Marine of a father cry about the kids in Oklahoma makes me cry like a baby. :(
<blockquote><b>Quoting homes cool:</b>" We put you on our "prayer board" this morning <3 "</blockquote>
Quoting All The Pretties:" <blockquote><b>Quoting homes cool:</b>" We put you on our "prayer board" this morning <3 "</blockquote> <3"
You and, "Miss Jessica with the big baby inside of her.." :lol:
I have the worst f**king headache. Someone else's kid is over and annoying me.
I want to vomit because my head hurts so bad. My kid won't clean up his damn room.
And this headache has been around for 3 hours and 3 excedrin later :x
Quoting Brink:" Pretty sure we are getting a divorce. You want to act like a saint since you're with me I'm the one that ... [snip!] ... it. I think we are done you won't let me talk You just tell me How terrible I am and how I need mental help. You're no saint"