OK so today I am having a really hard time dealing with my baby weight. I want it to go away! Everyone tells me that the only way that it will go away is if I work out.....my question to them is...WITH WHAT FUCKEN TIME!!!! Everyone thinks they're a fucken super genius and have an answer for everything, they like to think that they have the simplest solution to all my "bullshit" problems. As if they are the ones dealing with my day to day strife. So why is it that when I reach out for some help so that I can have some ME time, some SANE time, everyone runs for the hills or pulls something they have to do out of their gaping assholes?!?!



So to everyone that thinks that I have all the time in the world, or that I overreact over shit, or tells me that having no life is the price i have to pay for having kids, or those of you that think that I gotta strap my kids on me to go anywhere or do anything. All you motherfuckers that think that I have no reason to stress and be as miserable and fucken sour as I am:

Labels: rant

i've had dog day afternoons, i've stumbled and fallen on my knees it seems like all my life. its time for change. time to make dreams happen

must reads.
the legends league.

the broken heel diaries.

her lil' black book.

the segment.

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