Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Seriously

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Monday, May 12, 2008

I'm addicted to this.




I also did this...



And I start on this tattoo later this month. I am so FUCKING excited about it.



My son starts kindergarten after this summer. Totally depressing, I keep putting off getting him registered.

I'm as crazy and bipolar as ever. But content right now. Content, is a good feeling.
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Monday, May 05, 2008

Armadillo love



It's the theme for today.
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Friday, April 25, 2008

I'll give you three guesses how I got such a red throat and a fat lip.



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Thursday, April 17, 2008

Things are good for the most part.

Life is the same really.

Lots of masturbating.

Some sex.

No new tattoos though, too broke.

Some drama here and there, of course.

No pictures as of late either. I had to use the batteries for... ya know, and have been to lazy to replace them.

The children are great and amazing as ever. Actually speaking of my amazing children, I do have a new tattoo.

Matching freckles

My son and I always "fight" over his freckle. So I went and had my tattoo guy throw one on my finger so that I could just have my own. Now my son likes to make them "kiss" and says that it means we're in love.

That's not weird at all, is it?

It's getting warm outside and I look forward to being in the outdoors in the sunshine again.

In fact, we're headed to the zoo today then to get ice cream.

I'll update again when something tragic happens, like my vibrator breaking or there being a shortage of Diet Coke.
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Thursday, February 07, 2008

I realize as soon as I feel I need someone, no matter how close I am to them, how much I care for them or them for me, that moment I need them, I push them away.

This week has been exceptionally stressful, there were a few people I wanted to call to vent to, just to cry to. I knew they would listen and be there for me but I can't stand to do so.

I hate to be a burden. I know if the situation was reversed I would not see it as a burden, I wouldn't want them to hesitate to call me. As much as I KNOW this, I can't get past it.

I don't know.


But this song is beautiful.

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Tuesday, January 29, 2008

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