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maybe this will be therapeutic
to my mom: i have no money. i know i work but really i cant afford to support your trips to atlantic city and pay my car payment on time. something has to give.
to my dog: take a crap and let's go inside. i dont know if you noticed, but its february and its 20 below outside. can you keep the mindless frolicking to a minimum?
to my fingers: its really hard to type when you are numb from cold. and why is it cold in this house?
to people who call and hang up: STOP. i have caller id and i know who you are. and why do you listen to the answering machine and then hang up? do you just like hearing the dang beep?
to my ex: why are you calling me when you know that i am with someone and you have someone. your girl doesnt like me and i feel the same for her. i dont think we could ever be friends. so you may have to move on.
phew ... i feel a lil better.
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