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Tuesday, October 04, 2005

im gonna slap her...

so today started off a little rough. i guess i was really sleepy when i went to bed last night which wasnt till about 10:40pm. had to watch laguna beach.lol

yea so my alarm is set for 5:50am. i get up this early so that austin can eat before we leave. yea well i slept through the alarm and got up at 6:10. i woke up and was like fuckkkk!! bc austin is a bitch in the morning. he hates getting up and it takes him forever to get dressed and stuff and then eat. we need to leave here by 6:30. i have never slept through my alarm. in all the years ive used one. mustve been pretty tored. so with alot of bitching and "im eating as fast as i can!" we made it out only 5 minutes late. i need to be to work at 7am. the place is 17 miles away. i had to speed.

work was ok. i kept thinking it was monday all day long. which is ok.the day was decent. but for punishment for what was said to be my bogus excuse for not going to work...you guessed it. a whole day full of torture. country music. sighh.

then i come home. and find out jims mom has been here. and guess what?!? she listened to my fucking answering machine messages. now im about fed up. i hate this bitch i swear. ok fine you wanna check on the house. ok whatever. but to listen to the damn messages..when NOONE calls here for jim. its fucking ridiculous. i have no goddamn privacy at all. i have to hide shit in my own damn bedroom. and apparently i need to unplug the machine now on tuesdays and thursdays. fucking unreal. i really wanna tell jim so he can make her stop. but i cant. and it wouldnt matter bc im sure hed do nothing about it. damn bitch. ive been civil to her. i havent freaked out about the fact that she comes here when im not here. or that shes taken pictures of stuff. but holy shit. do i not get one fucking shred of privacy. you better believe im gonna flip the fuck out when jim comes home. oh yea

sigh..so my little demon spawn tried to pull a fast one on me today. we did the homework battle. again. i hate homework i swear. anyway, then i asked him if i got any homework..which is what he calls notices and stuff. and he said no. so i looked in his bookbag and he has this thing in there. its a calendar of the school month. an apple for every day they have school. and they color it green yellow or red for their behavior that day. well today there was a red. which is bad. and a note. he got in trouble for" not listening well and putting his hands on a friend". sighh. so he is semi grounded.

and thats about it

6 Comments:

  • At 8:34 PM, Blogger chosha said…

    I didn't know you had a kid! Learned something new. :)

    As for the prying woman, have you told her straight out not to check the answering machine? Amazing how many people do not understand such a basic concept as privacy. Would she want YOU at HER house when she wasn't home?

     
  • At 8:40 PM, Blogger naughtygirl said…

    sighhh i cannot do things that will upset her bc then more bullshit starts. and then there is more anger and if i make her mad then she starts threatening to kick me out. sighh

     
  • At 12:33 AM, Blogger Wade said…

    hang in there babe...
    that or just go postal on the bitch!

     
  • At 12:48 AM, Blogger Queen on the run said…

    JERZEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
    I missed the hell outtaya girl!!!
    Jims egg donor needs to go to hell in a handbasket. I would change the locks if I was you. There are laws against that shit man.

     
  • At 8:16 AM, Blogger gal artist said…

    Kids can really keep us on our toes.

    Nothing worse than someone invading your privacy.

     
  • At 10:35 AM, Blogger Just said…

    What a bitch! If you can't change the locks, then can you set up a code for accessing your phone messages? That would stop her!

     

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