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Men are such ass holes. [10 Jan 2008|06:41pm]
[ mood | angry ]
[ music | Britney Spears // Blackout ]

So for the second night in a row I did NOT want to be near my brother-in-law.

Now, I've never had surgery. So we're gonna do some thinkin' here. Imagine that you just got operated on and found out that there is a possibility you will have to get radiation afterall. You're tired from not sleeping all night, and you're in a lot of pain because you had some of yourself removed the night before, and are stapled shut. You are on a diet of liquids only, and really want to eat something.


So what happens now? Your family is supportive. You get flowers, balloons, stuffed animals, lots of love and visitors.

What you SHOULDN'T get is a call from your husband saying "The gas is getting shut off today if we don't pay the bill. Ask your mom if we can borrow her credit card."


Why would he do that? WHY? My sister hung up the phone after talking to him, said "I hate him!" and started crying. She didn't fucking need this added onto all of her other stress! He should have called HIS mom. He should have called and asked to speak to my mom HIMSELF and asked her. Why the HELL would he put this on Lori? WHY?

Well guess what, it shouldn't even have happened in the first place. It's his job to pay the bills. When my sister needed money for Christmas, he said "I have to pay the bills". He gave her NOTHING. He keeps all his money for himself. And if it's his job to pay the bills, why aren't they fucking PAID?

Lori is such an amazing person. I wish she'd leave him. I really wish she would. She could do so much better, and she deserves so much better.

I'm so pissed off right now.

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BreakupBabe [10 Jan 2008|08:47pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

Title: BreakupBabe
Author: Rebecca Agiewich
Copyright date: 2006
Publisher: Ballantine Books
How many pages: 337
How long it took me to read: A little over a week

Category: Chick Lit / Blogging
I learned about this book from: Seeing it at Target
This book was purchased at: Target :)
This book is: Funny and addictive, and something you can totally relate to if you're a girl who's had her heartbroken, dated a loser, and is/was afraid of the single life.
Other books by this author: n/a
I would recommend this book: Pretty much to any girl, for sure.
Favorite characters: Actually, Needy Girl and Sensible Girl.. ahahaha.
Least favorite Characters: Loser and Loserette :)
When and Where the story takes place: On Rachel's blog, but it's also interlaced with actual goings on.
Plot in a nutshell: Rachel is a writer whose boyfriend breaks up with her. She decides to start a blog to vent her pain and quickly gets addicted to it. The blog ends up stirring up some trouble for her, but it also helps her in a dream to publish a book.
Main characters: Rachel aka "BreakupBabe"
What I liked best: I really liked reading her blogs and comments. It's just like real life, when you see that there are 5 comments, you're like "Yesssss!" but if there's none, you're sad, haha. It's also pretty sweet that they link you to her ACTUAL blog of the same name.
What I liked least: I would have liked more closure in the end, but the ending was pretty hopeful and promising, so that's good.

Overall Rating: Great book for anyone with a brokenheart, or who has suffered one recently. People I think should read it: Hailey, Laura, Kristen, Jamie, Candy :)

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For when I am weak... [10 Jan 2008|10:05pm]
[ mood | anxious ]

Yeah yeah I know. Three entries in one day. BUT if you think about it, this is the only one that counts because the first one was a rant, and the second was a review. Am I right? Am I right?!

Well I'll just say I'm right.

So I was just thinking about how I should read while waiting for the butthole to show up with the money he now owes my mom. I didn't want to start my next book yet ("Specials", the third in the "Uglies" series), so I considered reading more in my, what I suppose you could call, self-help book.


I instantly froze up with a feeling which was once disguised as "I don't feel like it". But now that my eyes are opening up a bit to the situation, I realized that it was fear. Congratulations, dear readers, you get a little insight into the crazy world that is me.

Yes, I'm afraid to read the next section of this book. Why? Well simply because I'm afraid it'll be a malicious little page and it will bite me. I don't like papercuts.

Yeah I wish that was the reason lol.

The next chapter in my book teaches me how to cope. AKA, how to CHANGE. How to stand up for myself and make myself my own person, separate from my mom. Even typing it caused a stabbing of fear.

Weird, eh?

Not really. Not with how I was raised. Do I really want to go into it? No, not at all. But I suppose I should, to be fair. But only a little bit!

Basically when my father passed away, the roles were reversed. (Heart rate now speeding up). I was no longer the child, I was the parent. It was up to me to make my mom happy. (There go the sweaty palms). She... well let's just say that things haven't really changed much. (Cue the taste of fear on my tongue).

That's about all I can do. Do you see how bad it is? I feel a lot of fear and guilt just TELLING somebody about it. Which I guess is why I should write about it more. But not now lol.

Back to the fear of change. I was raised to be dependent, not independent. To fear everything. That it was wrong to go out and have fun while my mom was at home. I'm expected to read her mind and know what she needs and follow through with them. OMG the fucking guilt for putting all this down. I think my hands are shaking.

Where's my brother-in-law????

So basically. If this chapter causes me to grow as a person, it will separate me from her. For twenty-some years I was taught to never ever do that. Hence, reading the Chapter O' Change = YIPES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay. I'm going to hit that little "post button" before I freak out and delete this whole thing. I have to write about it, it's good for me.

Good good good.

Yeah whatever.

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