2007

Sleeping with Poohpaw.   Tons of kids. My two amongst the gang. Logan and Presley.  Bad as hell, both of them. Jesse, Doll, and Uncle Ken When Kenneth and Lisa moved into my granddad's house, they found a bunch of my Dad's high school stuff.  He was happy. Brandy's retarded ass boy...

Merry Christmas!!! Y'all have fun.  And I love you. Y'all take care,   Mandy   Ovarian cancer: It whispers, so listen.  

I got a lot to say to you Yeah, I got a lot to say I noticed your eyes are always glued to me Keeping them here And it makes no sense at all They taped over your mouth Scribbled out the truth with their lies, you little spies They taped over your mouth Scribbled…

I'm going to start calling all my Whataburger bitching adventures, sounds less like bitching that way. Hahaha. Okay, so there is a new bitch on third shift. I should not have to deal with third shift shit, I'm the second shift goddess (Shut up Beth). We'll call her the 3rd Nazi right now, as it&h...

Its taken me forever to get these up.  Sorry.  Christmas is hell.   The Vanished.  A local band.  I happen to like them a lot. The Starting Line.  Yeah, umm, not so much.  They have one song on the radio, its alright, but I don't really care for them.  And ...

Okay, so I was going to put up the few concert pics that turned out, but I took an ambien and I don't think I will be able to get them finished. My monster is over at her Daddy's.  I'm going to sleep in the middle of the bed. Yeah, that's about it.  Nighty-nite. Y'all…

That would be me.  I have a 4.0. Can you hear me smiling? Concert tonight. Y'all take care,   Mandy   Ovarian cancer: It whispers, so listen.  

I know today is hard.  I'm so sorry. I love you very much.

I'm better now.  Much better.  I hate being all weepy and whiney.  I hate admitting that hormones get to me, but its pretty fucking ovbious.  I only write psychotic, freaky ass entries when I'm ragging.  I'm aware that I'm pathetic. Brandy and I had a long talk yesterday....

I hate Daniel.   I hate Brandy.  I hate being in love.  I hate being alone.  I hate being on my period.  I hate being moody.  I hate caring at all.  I hate crying.  I hate Joseph.  I hate attempted adultry.  I hate men. I want to be left alon...