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Thursday, February 16, 2006 ----- random thoughts as i think them...
so i kinda' redid my blog, and i finally filled out my profile...whada ya think??? i think it came out pretty damn good, if i say so myself...my back is killing me and i think my ass is asleep from trying to figure it all out and put it all together...
michael just came home...he's working on his bike. if it's not too cold, i might go for a ride with him, cause it's been awhile.
j.j. annoyed me today, but what's new? teenager's suck ass...if i ever have to go through this shit again...oh, wait. i do, damn, damn, damn...i'm gonna runaway.
why is it that when i sit in front of the computer i have to pee? i hold it in, which is bad cause i can get a urinary tract infection, but i hate getting up unless i'm getting off of the computer.
went out to lunch today with michael's ex wife...got my nails done too, and my whole face waxed. that fuckin' hurt like a bitch. i had to do it though cause the steroids made me all friggin' hairy.
why is it sometimes i say "fuckin" and then other times i say "friggin"...???
why is it when the kids aren't home, michael and i have loud sex? LOL...TMI i know...but i was just telling him the other day that we never get to be loud and then the day after valentines day, we did it when the kids left for school and it was all loud??? i know, i know...whorish talk.
sylvia's new boyfriend seems cool...i think he should fight keith just for the hell of it. not cause i don't like keith, just cause i'm mexican and i haven't seen a good fight since steven, keith and michael got into it....LOL that was funny. stupid drunk people...
and why is it boys always fight??? girls don't fight, unless we're in highschool with our mexican gang of friends (chola's-for the mexican folks)...we just like to talk shit behind eachothers backs.
and why the hell does michael wanna sell our house so bad? is it haunted and he not telling me?
and, why do i think so much??? cause i'm a woman and i have NO job...
till the next set of randomness...
*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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