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I’ve asked this many times in the past, but…
How adorable is this???
Oh, and I want my Elvis Impersonators now:
Presents
I bought Chloe that Fulla doll today:
And my husband bought this white gold nose screw for me from India. Since I lost my original nose screw months ago. I love it. It’s small, and perfect and doesn’t attract people to it like that flowered nose bone did!
There’s more on my mind, but I’ll post about it later. I haven’t collected my thoughts yet.
Fat
Damn.. Some little kid called me fat and his mother bitch-slapped him and said “THAT you will never say again!” um … Didn’t bother me any!
Ok, I did smile and ask Dennis if he noticed the crying kid outside the store. He said yes and that’s when I grinned and said, “I did that,” “What have I told you about being mean to little kids out in public?!” I had to roll my eyes. Damned little brat was mean to me! It was his mother who slapped him!
I got some pretty bad emails today. All I have to say regarding the sub-drama that is following me around over this whole gay drama thing: If you’re so depressed that you’re going to drink laundry whitener and swallow heart medicine, then I can’t help you anymore. Yes, it makes me appear to be a total bitch, or a stuck up bitch, but I guess that’s how I truly am? Remember, you started this. I did what you wanted, and now you’re upset at me? Makes no sense. Be mad at yourself, not me. I just want to wash my hands of this entire thing.
Oh, and to everyone else? Dr. Cowboy Pete says hi:
So does the fountain:
Here are some of the party favors I’ve bought and sorted for my husband’s party tonight:
The blood bag comes with a little warning:
And instructions:
The yellow cake Uranium smells sooooo good. I want to try one now, but the party isn’t until 7pm. My husband’s ex is here and made a ‘bleeding cake’. When it’s cut, it will ooze strawberry gel that resembles blood. How original. Oh, and there are little drips of blood on the cake. Again, original. Wish I would have thought of that.
Lance Gave Me MRSA
There was an elementary school coming through our school today. These were free to all students, both through the school and for the kids coming through. I missed the morning rush and didn’t get one. Lance got me a MRSA since I’ve had that twice, along with VRSA.
Milestones
Long day today.
I accomplished something I think was a huge step: I drove again for the first time. It’s been a little over a week, and by a little I mean down to just a few hours, since I’ve driven a car. It was Lance’s car. It was dusk when we piled in. I was a little scared, and he put on Wham! songs. I just can’t be depressed listening to Wake Me Up Before You Go Go. It’s not natural for me. We went to buy my husband something for his birthday. I’d taken Chloe along because she really wanted to buy her daddy something for his birthday. She’s been saving up pennies and money we’ve found in the streets, and she had all of $3.24. I felt a little sad at her for thinking she could get anything for her daddy with that little amount of money. Maybe a Starbucks small coffee? He’d sure like that, though! 
I’m not going to tell what I bought my man, because it’s wrapped and I’ve been getting weird hits from a local IP, but I have a picture:
Cute, no?
At school, it was free t-shirt day. I got one for my dad. I’m going to take it over to him tomorrow. I got this little bear, too:
I named him “Danny Bear” after my (asshole!) doctor. But only because my doctor’s vanity plates read: “DannyBoi” in some variation. It makes me giggle and roll my eyes at the same time.
I’m sure that sooner or later the bad part of today is going to circulate somewhere. I shared with some of my close friends, but we all know how emails get passed around like …. prison currency, right? Especially if they contain something juicy. Which mine did. I will say that I am being emotionally tortured, and I can’t tell anyone that I normally can because they’re all busy with my husband’s birthday. Even his ex is in town, in our house right now, making him a birthday cake. My back was against the wall and I did something stupid. I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted some relief. I’m not sorry that I did it. I’ll probably do it again and again until it eventually does what I wanted it to do on that whim. Yes, I know, I suck. It’s the life of a clinically depressed pessimist. I smile and seem happy on the outside but inside I’m still curled up on the floor, sobbing. Hell, I cried the first day of class this semester. I cried after wards. Sean told me I cried when I got my IVs. Don’t worry about me. I’m still here.
I was sitting in the parking lot to the bank while Dennis got some money for the week, especially since I had been clothes shopping and bought $80 worth of clothes today, and we’re planning on buying groceries this week. This truck pulled in beside the car. What I thought was a guy jumped out. It turned out to be a butch. Then I seen the sign on the truck: Rainbow Escorts. In the rear-view mirror hung handcuffs, chains and a ceramic/plastic clitoris. Only in Tulsa! They have their own gay escort service! I wonder how much they charge….
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