the ceiling gets closer to you all the time

theyre strange days.
i am continually amazed, disgusted, awestruck.
it runs the gamut regularly.
we celebrate the death of one extremist
while the south is ravaged by storms, tornadoes and flooding.
haiti, chili, japan, snowmageddon and now this mass of storms.
im ready for my turn.
im ready to be in a pile of rubble with faye and the cats. waiting on smathy to come find me.
and she will.

.
mothers day. of course i spent the day with sj.
i didnt hear from the boy. (thats right becky... EAT ME)
it wouldve been nice., i never expect but. i guess its in there somewhere looming. that tiny glimmer called hope. i hoped i'd hear from him. though its generally no more than a text messsage.
she made him feel guilty talking to me when he was 8. and he still lives there. so there you go...
fucking greasy cunt. can you never try to steal my kids?
oh yea...haha.... they are so SANDRA!!

i never dreamed i'd be one of those women that didnt raise their children.
my advise to anyone contemplating this. (NEVER think someone else is better for your kids than you. even their other parent) or your fradulent, hypocrite, husband-thieving cunt of a friend.

dont worry. im not nearly as bitter as i used to be.

i did well on my financial diet this weekend. i must! zoom whitening is expensive and im totally stoked for a bright new smile for my 50th year on the planet.