this blog gets me in trouble a lot.

J says i make him look like an asshole and i never tell the whole story about things.
i don't make him look like anything. he does that all by himself.
and i tell my side of things. if he doesn't like it he can kiss my ass and start his own goddamn blog.

this is my shit.

he was like "you never write about the fucked up shit you do. it's always the stuff i do that plastered all over the internet."

i'm pretty sure it's clear to everyone that i'm the fucked up one [if not, trust me. i am] and he just deals with it cause he loves me cause he has some undiscovered mental disorder; also, i only have like 25-30 regular readers now. that's like 10% of what i had with version 1 of this crap.
he should be happy or STOP READING MY DAMN BLOG.
dickwad.

so yeah, he was really upset that i referred to a possible uh-oh as an "unwanted uh-oh".

what i meant: i would be beyond ecstatic about having a baby now and J probably would not be as happy. he's made it pretty clear he doesn't wanna start having mini-J's and me's until at least one of us is out of school.

what he thought i meant: J does not want any kids EVER so if i'm pregnant he wants nothing to do with it or me.

just more proof that men are idiots.
either they read too much into something or they don't get anything at all.

although the same could probably be said about women, this is my blog and we only bash women when they fuck with me at the club.

so from the time J got home from work yesterday until 5 this morning, we were talking about that one goddamn sentence i typed out and published on this damn blog. you'd expect that to be something i had dragged on relentlessly. but no, someone spiked his coffee with estrogen again and made him have feelings and want to talk about them.

it was the same shit over and over and over and OVER AGAIN. i'm always up for those types of discussions where we get everything out and make sure we're both on the same page even if it is just repeating the same thing to make sure the other understands what we mean, just not when we have to get up in less than hour to get ready for school and work.

i am not a pleasant person when i don't get an adequate amount of sex and sleep. now, some will argue it doesn't matter how much sex or sleep i've gotten for me to be a bitch but they can suck my right ass cheek. i'm a helluva lot more nice when i get some dick and a couple hours of sleep than nothing at all.
it's just a fact.

since i wanted to be semi-bearable on the first day of class, i just fucked him while he was driving to campus.

he's happy.
i'm happy.
two birds.
one stone.

gotta love it.

NAP TIME.

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