Friendship Prayer
May the fleas of a thousand camels infest the crotch of the person who screws up your day and may their arms be too short to scratch.
Amen
Whoever said anything was possible obviously never tried slamming a revolving door.
Yep. I freekin did it again. I wigged out over something so freaking stupid (period is coming this week). I sit here, mad at myself, again. I'm not on birth control (pending) so we use condoms most of the time. We didn't and he made a comment about how we shouldn't do that and need to be more careful (which is true -- neither of us want a baby) and I cried.
I made a big huge hissy fit over him speaking common sense. For some reason at the time it made me feel like he was telling ME I was being careless and that he is the sensible one for saying that we should be more careful...lol.. uh... okay I'm an idiot. A hormonal idiot that should lock myself in a closet the week before my period and pay someone to slip me cheetoes under the door or something. Ugh.
Scars remind us of where we've been...they don't have to dictate where we're going.
Nah, you need to pamper yourself a bit. Some flowers, a long soak in the tub. A couple of Godiva truffles and a good cup of tea...
We can only learn to love by loving. - Iris Mudoch, British writer
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