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Sunday, July 29, 2007

Boys

Boys are cheats and liars,
They're such a big disgrace,
They will tell you anything
To get to second base-

-ball, baseball,
He things he's gonna score,
If you let him go all the way
Then you are a whore-

-ticulturists study flowers,
Geologists study rocks,
The only thing a guy wants from you
Is a place to put his cock-

-roaches, beetles,
Butterflies, and bugs,
Nothing makes him happier
Than a giant pair of jug-

-lers and arobats
And dancing bears named chuck,
All boys want to do is...
Forget it no such luck.

...gotta love "Hot Chicks"

Toodles!


Monday, July 23, 2007

Random Toughts

My head is full of nonsense at the moment. So I am just going to type it all out, and we will see what we come up with. :)

We shall start with my mother. I can't stand the woman, but i love her anyways. I can't help it, she is after all my mommy. We haven't been on the best terms since I was in... 8th grade? It just got worse over the years. See I was sexually abused as a child for 9 years, and I somewhat blame her for not protecting me. (yes, I have been through bunches of therapy for it) My dad is a contractor for the government, and he got promotions a lot so we moved a lot. When I was 12 we moved to Beavercreek, Ohio. I refused to make friends, because I got so used to leaving them behind. Eventually I was promised that we wouldn't move again until I finished high school, because my dad was stuck there for a good few years.

They lied. Not only did they drag me away from all of my friends the day after my freshman homecoming dance; they basically cut off all my communication with my 1st love. Sad huh? They tried keeping us apart for a year or so when I lived there, but it never worked. Oh well.

Once I moved out here I just snapped emotionally. I guess it didn't help that I started cutting in 7th grade and became suidical then. So I got out here and hated EVERYONE who tried to talk to me. It took me 5 months, to even go hang out with some people. Sadly, those people were losers who want nothing but drama. At the time that was perfect for me, because I wanted to screw with peoples lives. The poor bastards let it go on all summer long.

Then I went ober nuts. I ODed and then called my dad because I realized what I was doing. He zoomed me off to the hospital, but I don't remember much beyond getting in the car. I know the evil nurse made me drink charcol (i dunno how to spell it) but OH MY HELL that shit was just nasty. It was pretty much like having to drink a big ass cup of tar. And if you threw it up, they made you drink a whole other cup. That woman was a whore. She made me go pee, but I was all loopy from the hundreds of pills, and the nasty ass drink. She threatened to stick a tube inside me to get it... gross? I think so.

The charcol was ment to "clear out my system" of all the pills. They didn't mention EVERYTHING else in my body would come out as well. Every living soul in the ER saw my rear that day. I had decided to go to the bathroom on the bed, since they wouldnt let me get up. Then decided to get up anyway and walk around. Lets just say I was butt naked under my little gown that wasn't tied on properly.

So I was sent away for 6 months. The entire time my mom kept making trips to Egypt to see her online lovers. Every time see actually came to see me for family therapy of just to visit, she reminded me how stupid and selfish I was, and how I was just taking up her time.

She even decided to tell me that a friend of the family had killed himself. (yea... she's a bitch) She started by making me cry and telling me how awful I was, then said "Steve killed himself, just shot himself in the head behind the car store. His family has been blaming themselves. Do you want to do that to people? You keep trying to." I ended the visit then. And went to cry in my little room with my tiny ass window.

Well my dad got a divorce. Thank God. And we shall continue the story later. I am off to see my cousins baby.

Toodles


Friday, July 20, 2007

Blah...

I am bipolar. I have borderline-personality dissorder. I have anxiety problems. I have post-traumatic-stress dissorder. I have obsessive-compulsive dissorder.

I thought I finally got ahold of everything when I was hospitalized for 6 months about 2 years ago.

Lately my "symptoms" just keep getting worse, and that isn't really something I want to happen. I got off my medication when the year started for two reasons. 1- I just didn't want to be on it for the rest of my life. 2- I got pregnant and didn't want the baby to be born addicted to it.

Now my mind is racing all the time. I can't focus on one thought unless I really try. I block out things that I know will make me emotional. I have some bad thoughts. It scares me thinking I might be like I used to.

I need a hug.


Monday, July 16, 2007

Delivery Room Party

My cousin is having her baby today. She isn't going to take the drugs, and she is having her entire family in the room with her. I mean ENTIRE family. Her husband, his parents, her parents, her 2 sisters, and her brother.

Why on Earth would you want all those people in a room with you while you are screaming and crying because your vagina is being torn in half? Then to top it all off, they will be staring right between your legs the whole time.

She said she doesn't really want them all there, but they want to be. Now maybe I am just mean, but I could care less if someone WANTS to see me give birth. They can go watch child birth in sex-ed. The only people I want in that room are my doctors, my husband, and a female who has already gone through birth.

Anywho...

I got my first OB appointment set up! July 31st. I will be a good 18 weeks by then, so they should be able to tell me the sex of my baby. I am ober excited. It hasn't really hit me completely that I'm going to be a mommy, because I haven't seen the baby. And I am more of a visual person. So when I go in I just know that I am going to get all girly and emotional.

My tummy is just starting to show now. I'm 16 weeks. My shorts are too tight, and my shirts won't stay over my belly anymore. I actually kinda like my little belly. I was worried that I would hate it because I have a problem with self image. I used to keep myself from eating more than once a day, and make myself throw up. It was an awful mess, but I got over it.

Well my back has been killing me lately. I'm not sure why. So I am going to go take a hot shower and relax.

Toodles.


Thursday, July 12, 2007

Medicaid should DIE

So I signed up for Medicaid in the begining of May. My case worker sucks ass. She didn't even keep track of my papers or anything, and I didn't finally get my case set up until TODAY! I'm 15 weeks pregnant and I am just getting my health insurance. Grrr...

Well at least I have it now, right? I am all blah now. So I'm going to go eat sugar and be happy.

Toodles



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