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Saturday, February 11, 2006 ----- being a bitch
so michael got his bike looking all pretty and shit, and is now all proud of it. good for him, bad for me...i'm not saying that i'm not happy for him..i am. i guess the way he feels for his bike is the way that i feel about my new laptop. he hates my laptop though, and acts like a real jerk when i get on the internet at night while he tries to sleep. he says why don't i get on during the day, and i say...well, hunny if i did that then nothing would get done. so i use the night when i know that he will be snoring to catch up on emails and things. it's not like i have a life now, so the computer is my salvation. i need a hobby. i need to volunteer during the day somewhere, i don't have any ideas though...anyway, i'm being a bitch i know...i know, i know...i just get so aggravated that he "ruined" my moment, when i got my laptop...but he expects me to be all excited and bursting for joy during his moment. well, he should know that sometimes i can be a spiteful bitch...like now. yeah, i know...be nice. NO. fuck that. i'm not going to nice...and no it's not just cause i'm on my period...it's the point i made about ruining my moment. i bitch too much. i sound like my mother. i need a job, or a hobby. not that that would eliminate the bitching...LOL but, it would give me something to do...i feel so helpless. i feel so useless...i just feel like being a bitch today...and by god i'm going to be one.
*patty*
me.
Sometimes I'm mad at the world, and I take it out on everyone around me...but for the most part, I'm happy with my life...
But I am a dreamer...I am a MOM, a WIFE, a daughter, an aunt, a sister, a cousin, a grandaughter, a neice, a hardworker, a true friend,
a nag, lazy, mean, bitchy, bossy and hard to deal with, but that's me...
I'm me, no matter what that may be....you can either love me, or hate me...
Did you know that every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back...
I've learned you gotta live your life to it's fullest, cause tomorrow is not promised to us, we gotta take each day and live it like it was our last.
I wanna LOVE my husband like he's never been loved, I wanna be the best mom that I can be to my kids.
I wanna ROCK OUT, WITH MY CROTCH OUT (not literally)...I don't want to have one single regret the day that I die...
I want for people to remember me...
When I grow up, I want to be a photographer...I want to take beautiful pictures of people...it's just my silly dream, don't know if I'll ever get around to doing it....one day Patty, one day...
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