I hate when I dream about you because then I think of you all day.
I am one damn sexy pregnant woman.
I think I’ll have to get my daughter a toy computer mouse for her 2nd birthday so she’ll stop playing with ours. *headdesk*
I am so sick of of “adults” who think “behaving like I’m in high school” is an acceptable life choice. These people need to grow the fuck up.
Every time I let go of someone in my life who brings me down, I breathe a little easier.
Dammit. Reading stories about new love just reminds me of how it felt the first time you kissed me. Stupid hormones. Stupid tears. Stupid little boys parading around as men making me love them only to betray my heart out of weakness. God I hate you.
I’ve always thought New Year’s resolutions are bullshit - why would I resolve to do something and stick to it just because the calendar turns? What’s my motivation?
However, insofar as I resolve anything, this year I am resolving to not put myself out for anyone who isn’t willing to put themselves out for me.
Pregnancy hormones make me dream even more vividly and sexually than usual. Last night I dreamed I gave Sherlock (à la Benedict Cumberbatch) head. Times like this I love my brain.
I am always so frustrated over the way my in-laws treat their children. Especially when they go on and on about what great parents they are.
Pregnancy hormones make me want to KILL ALL THE THINGS.
2011 can SUCK IT.
Number one rule of polyamoury: don’t fall in love with a monogamous person.
I grow weary of blocking my facebook posts from morons. Can’t they just go be idiots somewhere else?
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Nothing brings out the worst in Christians like Christmas. HEY, CHRISTIANS: your holy days are NATIONAL FUCKING HOLIDAYS. So how about shutting the fuck up? “BOOHOO WE’RE BEING OPPRESSED.” Suck it.
Few things are as frustrating as trying to have an online conversation with someone who has no interest in you at all and expects you to feed into their self-pity complex. However, it can get more frustrating if that conversation is with your mother.
Do you know what your real problem is? You’re weak.
