i’m getting off work early today. at 1:30!!!! woooo!!!
this makes me happy.
and honestly, I’m making my side boob entries private cuz everyone is getting on my nerves. (well not everyone, but you know, some people)
I’m a bitch.
deal with it.
my period is probably going to explode from my body. I feel like killing people.
i want everyone to agree with me, pet me, tell me nice things, and bring me chocolate.
If you’re not going to do that, just stay away from me for about 7 days. I’ll be better then.
for now, i just want to eat puppies, run over bunnies, and call your kids fat an annoying.
speaking of fat,
jacob hit someone in the face yesterday.
They were doing those paper fortune tellers and his fortune was "you’re fat"
so he bashed the kid in the head. WHY?!
I don’t know. Jacob is a stick. He needs to stop being crazy.
another Jacob moment:
We were talking nonsence and I said to him : You’re a triceratops!
and he replied "Yay! I always wanted to be a dinosaur!"
yay, that’s my boy!
stop looking at me.
i’m mad at you.
We’re going to this dumb corn maze and petting zoo bullshittery tomorrow. I don’t want to go, but I will for the sake of my children. I’ma damn hermit. I don’t WANT TO GO OUT. I want to stay in my room and not be bothered. I’ll fake it though. memories and all that bullshit. I hope we get lost in the maze and eaten by a corn demon.
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