Showing posts with label milking it like a damn cow. Show all posts
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Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Excuses, Excuses

To put the final nail in the break up posts I have to say life is definately starting to get back to it's normal hectic, crazy self. Stress, god how I missed you. But there's a slight difference to my day to day actvities now. I have a built in excuse. Like"the wrong time of the month" only less gross.

A box of cookies makes for an excellent dinner as does the diet coke and (2) Kit Kat breakfast. The diabetic coma will be worth it...you see cause...I'm dealing with a break up.


The shoes, I need them. Same with the jacket. And the bag. I have to have them.I'm feeling fug. Cause I'm dealing with a break up.


I need to start looking at tropical places to go visit, cause my ex won't be there. Cause you know. It's all about dealing with the break up.


Alcohol? Break up.


Days of watching food tv without putting on pants? Break up.


Dishes in the sink? Definately cause of the break up.


Plants dead? A symbol of my relationship. After the break up.


Cutting off traffic? Due to the stress. Of the break up.


My God. It's genius. And after finally winning the battle and getting my housekeys back, I know life will be not only be good. it will be great. But I better go get that fancy ass makeup kit. Cause my face isn't getting any younger. And I have to be on my game. Ever since the break up.