K, update on things that are making me want to KILL myself and when I say "kill" I mean "put an end to rhythmic breathing that so naturally comes to healthy human people". In a moment of hilarious and dark humor (perhaps only to myself) we'll be using bullets to list these things since its most appropriate that I use said "bullets" to do so. Let us proceed:
- I am out of $$ and its the beginning of school for my children tomorrow. The ex husband has fallen about 4.5 months behind in the 12 months that we've been divorced. He pays nearly nothing towards the children's upbringing forcing me to look for ways to literally slaughter him in the most painful of manners.
- I just looked up info on getting a loan from the company so lovingly advertized on television by everyone's favorite african american thyroidally challenged ex child star, Gary Coleman. Cash is so easily come by when one Googles "cash money in my bank right now"
- My boobs hurt. New baby, jaws of a tiger shark. Nuff said?
- My landlord is coming to inspect the house Thursday morning. First off, my house is a mess. I have f'ing post partum depression like none ever experienced before, 5463 children and not a whole lotta help in any aspect from anyone at this point. I'm also out of any kind of controlled substances that are legal from a religious standpoint so I'm out of luck. I want to FREAKING KILL PEOPLE!
- I wish I had the balls of Marie Osmond when she did what I am dreaming every second of the day of doing. I want to get in my damn car and drive up the coast of California. First though, I need that damn loan from Cashcall.com so I can afford the gas, you know. Mama can't just up and have a nervous breakdown anymore without first making sure her finances are in order.