my mum is the fourth from the left. all her friends (mostly pictured) talk mad shit about her behind her back cos they are jealous unhappily divorced hags. they say that she has botox cos she looks so great. last week she was with this one dude and one of the girls asked to talk to him and she says all loud SEND ME YOUR PHOTO COS YOU KNOW HOW TRACEY IS, SHE WILL NEVER DO IT!
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and the conversation was loud so I heard her
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and I said
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fucking Bitch
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so that she could hear me
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hahaha
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I was with my manfriend
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she was all trying to put me down in front of him
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and it backfired
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I heard her
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and just calmly said
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fucking bitch
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woah
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and I meant it
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but we are pretty funny together
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it gets like desperate x housewives
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but I can only take so much of the whining and neediness and nagging
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cause I’m independent and end up doing my own thing no matter what they say to me
we hung out at my aunt’s last nite who lives around the corner, she has the cutest place.
fil came home for lunch before going to his ski work thing and i was still in bed (at 11am) in my underwear and trying to be all non-chalant about it like oh hi hello yes i have gotten plenty done today, yep. i tried to think of a bunch of excuses like uhh i was making the bed and decided to lie down for a moment’s rest?
anyway, i am not suppose to have any fun tonite. i emailed samir to see what was on the docket tonite and he says we are celebrating fil’s absense. aw fil, i miss you already.
my left hand hurts arthritis-like. I HAVE ARTHRITIS NOW OH GREAT!
i removed all the diamonds from my hoochie jeans.
the juicer so far is a success minus the 30 lbs of fruit you have to buy to make a jug of drink and the gabillion dollars it costs also.
the chick who cashed me out was all there’s a 90 day return policy so i says i can use this for 89 days then return it? and she said uh, i guess, not picking up on my sarcasm and i say i’m kidding, though, people actually do shit like that? she says yes.
i just got back from the mall. i bought some pants and some shirts and a juicer. i went to this hoochie mama store to get cheap jeans that will stretch over my thighs and ass and have diamonds on them and the best hip hop music was playing some chick saying i don’t want to be your baby mama if she just your friend why she callin’ at three in the morn’? wicked. i ate three chicken wings from manchu wok and watched people walk by with bad hair and big baseball hats and even bigger jackets. fil has been giving me lectures about drinking and not wanting to do it so much and i am all about that however he neglected to offer up an alterior pasttime so i one-upped him by going damnit i am getting us a juicer, well it was suppose to be for him for valentine’s day but i think we should start using it asap.
i wanted to get him a new pair of shoes but i was all i can’t drink shoes and how will i benefit from fil’s new shoes? not possible.
so it was going to be a surprise but i cracked and called him. my plan was to be sitting alone in the dark on the couch being moody and get in a mini-fight where we go back and forth arguing over what to do this evening and then he would go on his laptop and give me the silent treatment then i’d go to the kitchen and fire up the juicer and he’d be all WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT NOISE!? and i’d jump out holding a hanful of carrots and apples and go MUAHAhaHA IT’S A JUICER I LOVE YOU!
