i hate the nursery.
i have cankles.
i have back fat.
i'm constipated.
i can't shave my legs.
the only thing i can wear are sweats and J's t-shirts.
he's a douchebag times a bajillion.
i have a headache that refuses to go away.
it takes entirely too motherfucking long to straighten my goddamn hair.
i want some sleep.
i found a random strand of hair near my belly button. wtf?
false labor is NOT fun.
i want some ice cream
and
I WANT THIS BABY OUT OF ME!
cause
I'M LOSING MY FUCKING MIND!
--i refused to spellcheck @ 1:24 PM | |