So I guess this is a thing we’re going to try to do. We’re going to try to move to the cities, ASAP.
I have gone a record setting week and a half without any Tramadol. That ended tonight.
ugh my four year old nephew just asked how I had one baby and then now I have another. he knows Seth went to be with Jesus but I point blank tried...
Each day I must repeat the following as a mantra: self care is my primary job.
Chiropractor: You’re too young and you’ve had so much treatment. You shouldn’t be in any pain.
Me: Then please tell me why I am in so much pain.
tuesday. hubs has class. so bored and why isn’t it friday yet?!
[[MORE]]Sometimes I don’t like people’s posts because I don’t want them to remember I exist and try to have a conversation with me.
On tomorrow’s agenda:
When I first mention spoons around someone who has never heard of The Spoon Theory.
Having too many lower-class people in universities lowers standards of education.
So basically I got swindled. Which shits me because I’m normally really good at not getting swindled. And I don’t understand why you’d be deceitful about something like this. Like, I bought it from you where you live, I know where you live. I’m tempted to call you and tell you how annoyed I am…
And according to the mechanic, there’s no way you didn’t know when you sold it to me. Because you tried to cover it up.
The head gasket just blew.
It’s going to cost basically what I paid for the car to fix.
My car broke down.
Can we all just pray it’s really cheap and easy and quick to fix?