i wish someone would've told me this packing and moving shit was gonna try to steal my soul. somehow, i deluded myself into thinking this was actually gonna be fun and not stressful and not make me wanna stomp a hole in somebody's chest. i really thought we I [Jay has done nothing but move boxes to the guest room] was almost done with packing up everything- the kitchen, bedroom and the nursery were the only rooms i hadn't started on. i never thought about the trips that will have to be to the goodwill and salvation army, or everything that had to be thrown away, or the fact that every room has to be deep-cleaned and re-painted so that we can rent this bitch out, and that we just have a lot of shit that we don't use. but most importantly, i didn't really take into account how very little of these things i'm actually going to be able to complete because i'm pregnant and it's damn near 100 degrees everyday. ugh. and i get heartburn every time i think about having people come over and help pack and move things. i don't want people touching my stuff. i don't like it. i don't know where their hands have been and sometimes soap just isn't good enough. and then people like to talk to me and stare at my titties and rub my belly and talk to my baby and i hate it. ihateitihateitihateit.

OHOHOHOHOH! and i just love how everyone failed to mention that when the whole deal was finished with the new house that we would have to sign a stack of papers the size of a midget. and i know you're not supposed to call little people midgets but fuck you. midget midget midget. i say whatever the fuck i want. i'm building a baby over here. what have YOU done today?

back to what i was talking about- i have never hated signing my name so much in my fucking life. i'm still getting used to my new last name and they don't come with extra copies in case you fuck up and sign your maiden name the first 50 pages. i literally cried for 5 minutes when i saw all that paperwork and realized i was not gonna make it home in time for the young and the restless and i didn't set the dvr to record it. bitches better be glad cbs uploads the new episodes nightly or people would've been going home with appendages missing.

who the fuck is responsible for this 24 hours in a day/7 days in a week bullshit? and who came up with working 40 hours a week to make a decent living? i hope the people responsible for this fuckery died miserable deaths. why? i have my reasons. don't judge me.

yesterday, we went to see 'the dark knight'. we were smart and went to see it in the afternoon before all the idiots and dumbasses came out and acted like idiots and dumbasses. it was actually really nice to be in the theater without all the unnecessary noise but i hated walking out into the muggy heat. gawd i hate summer. i have this new rule that Jay and i are only to conceive during the late spring/early summer cause i refuse to be this pregnant in the summer ever again. from 8am til 8 pm, it's just torture out there. TORTURE. it almost discourages me from leaving the house while the sun is out. almost. i gotta have my afternoon delight. because just as i crave french fries and gravy and blue bell cookies n' cream with caramel syrup, i crave sex. if it weren't for the chaffing and lockjaw, i could fuck all day and night. i don't need a reason to do it; i just wanna fuck. this reminds me of one of the most awesome things about our new house- all the rooms are soundproof. oooh yeah. it also makes me wonder just what exactly the sellers were into. kinky bitches.

yeah......there's that not needing a reason thing again.
--i refused to spellcheck @ 2:24 PM | |