Why does Mykiddo break all of my stuff? Why does she break all of her stuff? Will she ever grow out of this? I mean she's going away to college in a month, what's going to happen then?
Here's a list of things I'm going to get after "The Breaker" is gone. Iron, CD player, MP3, computer, iron, pots, and a toilet seat. I'll miss her but it'll be good to have my stuff to myself, and to know if it's broken, I broke it.
When will my "ends" meet? As in making ends meet?
How many NSF fees will I pay this month ??!!
The last two are probably related. LOL
What am I going to do with myself without Mykiddo? She is the reason I keep going even when I don't want to. I'm not being overly dramatic either. My readers who are parents know what I'm talking about. That shit is hard. I know.....I know........do it for yourself.....blah....blah....blah I'm just being real, sometimes I don't think I would "do it" for myself. I guess we'll find out soon enough. If I haven't posted in a long time - somebody come and get me, I'm probably holed up in my apartment in my bath robe and eating peanut butter off of a spoon.
Why do I say I want to be in a relationship. Do I really? Or is it just that I want the feeling of connectedness with someone? I feel like I'm missing that- the connection. I feel like I should be plugged into something in some way, and I'm not. Hell, I don't know.
Why have I had more physical problems in the last three years than I've had in my whole life?!? When will this shit end?
I've been walking and jogging and I've lost 10 lbs! Yippee! Stripper career, here I come!
Why do I feel perfectly comfortable spilling my innermost shit in this blog? I'm pretty sensitive to criticism and judgement - but I don't care here. Why is that?