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My Life Thus Far
2006-05-15 01:53:00 (UTC)

Public Service Announcement

Before I get into how my day went, let me just leave a
friendly public service announcement for the spineless
BITCH (I can use the B-word, too) who's too much of a
pussy to leave her real e-mail address, so I can respond
properly to her self-righteous bullshit. It's none of your
fucking business what kind of an example I set for my
children. If you knew half of what I've been through for
my children, you'd shut your fucking mouth or better yet,
put your husband's dick in it. He might appreciate it.
Since it's obvious you're too much of a prude to have sex,
because it might set a bad example for your children. Who
died and made me Paris Hilton? No one, because I'm 1000
times better than she is! And that's the kind of example I
set for my children. THINK HIGHLY OF YOURSELF. What kind
of purse I'm carrying is hardly on their radar, anyway.
So, if you want to make someone feel bad about themselves,
try another diary, because there's pretty much nothing you
could say to hurt my feelings, because...I'M BETTER THAN
YOU ARE!!! I'm prettier, smarter, funnier and that's just
the way it is. LEARN TO DEAL :) I am materialistic,
superficial and self-centered and just because YOU think
that's wrong, doesn't mean I have to think it's wrong. I'm
entitled to be whatever I want to be. I AM a bitch. I'm
stuck-up, I think I'm better than you and I'd push your
children over if they got in my way. They're probably ugly
anyway. My husband works hard to allow me to be
comfortable. I don't derive my self-worth from objects,
because I'm smart and beautiful no matter what I'm
wearing. In all actuality, I don't own very much. I'd
rather have a few nice things than a lot of cheap stuff. I
don't spend more than I can afford and I don't sacrifice
my family's needs for my wants. So, I don't feel guilty
about it in the least bit and I don't feel I need to
justify myself. I know I'm a good person ( I just don't
like you) and if you don't think I'm a good person (which
doesn't hurt my feelings. I don't think you're a good
person, either), then why are you still reading my diary
and wasting your time on the nasty feedback? You're just
jealous and too narrow-minded to see it or too mean-
spirited to accept it. It sucks to be you. If I were you,
I'd commit suicide and do my family a favor. Oh, and by
the way, check your grammar before you hit send. I could
barely make out your bullshit for all the misspellings.

Okay, now that that's out of the way. Let me tell you
about my new Coach :) The one Snookums got me was really
cute, but upon closer inspection, I noticed the tell-tale
signs of prior ownership. It was obvious that someone had
used it for at least a few weeks, tried to clean it, then
returned it. So, we took it back and I got one in a
different color. It's the same design, only it's gold with
pink accents. I LOVE IT! Shopping lesson #1, never buy
anything without original tags.

After that, we went to the Chinese Buffet and then to the
Waterfront park, so the girls could enjoy the sunshine. It
was such a lovely day today! I know, I don't usually enjoy
the sun, but I enjoy the rain even less, so I'm learning
to re-embrace the sun again. As long as I've got my
sunglasses on, I'm okay :)

Kiki's rash is doing a lot better. This morning, when I
went in to get her, the spots on her face were almost
completely gone and the rest of her body wasn't as red.
Right now, the redness is diminishing, there's just faint,
light spots left. They should be gone by morning.

I had a talk with Snookums about the way he's been
interacting with Annie. I'm Annie's constant advocate, but
I was getting tired of it. So, he's working harder on
spending more time with her, being less critical and more
encouraging. I told him, it was that or I'd leave him. I
hope he took me seriously. Because I meant it. He'd
started working on it, but then slacked off and thing's
were going back to the same dysfunctional ways. My
childhood was so horribly unhealthy, thats the one and
only thing I hope I can give my children. A normal
childhood. NOT the desire to hug a tree, make their own
clothes, or sponsor a whale. That'll have to be something
they decide to do on their own. But, they're mental well-
being is my responsibility.

Well, that's enough for now. Ciao :)




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