Tuesday, April 22, 2008


I have been wanting to say bad words all day. I will vent my anger using a series of less offensive words which have all given me a considerable amount of stress today. All of them.

Tests files cheaters spill student loan money stress cramps shady hungry tired rude bills debt frustrated skewed bubblesheets white-out roommates heavy packing moving paying hand-grade late bus mean mom apartment contract scale gym stafford FAFSA phone call chubby candy staple sort apply single laundry dishes stress mess password laptop blankets lights organize appointment charge groceries sleep slow mean vote license proctor explain bully sticky note email loud disconnect commercial paper jam printer fax social security number transcript empty liars earrings time-punch advil tank top pills pass shoes date smell train.

Each of those words could have their own paragraph of complaints. I'm not going to do that, but just know that I could. And each of those paragraphs would be laced with so many expletatives they would probably delete my blogger account. It would be bad. Well it would be bad if I actually said swear words. Which I wouldn't. But I can't lie, I've definately been dropping the F-bomb in my head all day. And I don't ever even say that out loud. It's an involuntary thought process I am not proud of. Oy.


  1. I hope I was not the mean mom you mentioned. I don't remember being mean.

  2. hahaha. no. It was a mean mom I talked to on the phone at work about her student. You are a WONDERFUL mom.

  3. Hahahahahah. Oh I really am laughing out loud right now. I am not normally a "curser" but there are certain people I am just prone to swear around. Sadly most of those people are my family and close friends, just wanted to let you know that you were always one of those people who if I was frustrated, I could curse in front of you and you wouldn't judge me, and then I could feel a lot better, and go on with life.