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Wednesday, August 31, 2011


I'm having a bad day today.

Bad things haven't happened to me, but I'm filled with insecurity and doubt, wishing my life was in a million ways different.

Loneliness has taken it's toll on me, I think. I'm beginning to wonder if this is how I'm going to be spending the rest of my life.

I certainly hope not....

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Watch your damn kids!!

That's exactly what the guy with the classic, baby blue Impala said to me when my neighbor's daughter threw an open can of root beer at his car.

I wanted to die.

Not only was it NOT my kid, her mother was standing RIGHT THERE!

I can't imagine, for the life of me, how a person can let their children be so out of control. What type of person just sends their kids across the street because they're hungry?

For Christ's sake, I'm a single mother to!

Today I decided, I've had enough. I am not letting her borrow my car anymore. I am not feeding her kids only to have my own go without. I am not going to wind up spending my every spare moment of my day watching her brats.

Most of the day went well, mainly because I made an excuse to not be home all day, but as usual, it all came crashing to a screeching halt.

Kitty asked me if I had any Mt. Dew.

Of COURSE I had Mt. Dew, considering it's my drink of choice, and I couldn't bring myself to tell her no. The next thing I know, her oldest daughter is running down my stairs asking me if she could have an orange juice. Again I couldn't say no.

Before I knew it, 6 orange juices were gone, most of my hard salami, and half a pound of colby cheese.

I was pissed!

Grabbing my cup and throwing out the garbage her kids had thrown all over my driveway, I told them all it was time for my kids and I to go upstairs.

To be honest, my last nerve had been worked and I was about a breath away from telling them all to just FUCK off.

What kind of person just goes over to someone elses house and makes themselves at home in their fridge?

Does she think I'm rich or something?

It's time for me to pull out the turtle shell. I have a feeling I'm going to have to get ugly and be mean in order to get the point across. Apparently telling her kids they aren't allowed in my apartment and they can't get into my cupboards and refridgerator isn't concise enough to get the point across.

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