I had too many things in my brain tonight.
Does that mean I have a tiny brain? I think NOT. I think it just means there were too many posts running around in my head. I pulled my hair back into a "clippy thing," and just said, "fuck it," and ate a hot dog, AGAIN...brotherman and I had a healthy dinner planned, but he bailed so he could go to the bar with his work buddfucks. Needless to say I'm a little pissed. Pork chops don't keep very long, ASS.
Pop's doc has his heart under control, for the most part. I'm under control. We're trying to keep Moms under control. I worry more now about her than I worry about anything else.
I'm pissed at brotherman for going to the bar and bailing on dinner. ASS.
And, just for the hell of it, I want to say FUCK.
I gotta say this, too, I really get sick and tired of making everyone ELSE "feel good." DAMN IT. I know I'm a LIBRA and a natural nurturer and all that, and I don't mean to sound selfish or anything, but,
SHIT MAN, FUCK!!!! WHEN IS IT MY FUCKING TURN????
I REALLY am not as uptight as this post seems to portray me. And I have the hiccups. Shit!
Okay, I'm done. I don't even care if this is spell/grammar-checked. Really. Ugh.