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Studies Show Textbook Douchebaggery Causes Irritation…
It is amazing how quickly I can go from zero to full on rage… it doesn’t happen often. But when it does, it’s caused by mr horrible… (Sounds like a Dos Equis commercial. If only I were the most interesting wo-man in the world. Stay bloodthirsty my friends…)
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Wardrobe Malfunction
Perhaps I suffer from an overabundance of personality, my clothing appears to be a mish mash of illogical pairings. I can’t seem to define what style of clothes I like to wear, because when I look at what I own, I don’t want to wear any of it. This is, of course, a first world problem…
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Working My Nerves
Even after the divorce the ex continues to pin the blame for random things on me. He is working my every last nerve.
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Failure Is Not an Option…
So I have a goal for the end of this month: to feel (and noticeably look) more fit. I would like to be able to say that I am only motivated by personal improvement… but I’m not that noble! Mr Horrible is arriving for a visit, and Lord knows I don’t want to be found worse off than when I left! I gained 20 lbs since I moved here to Texas. I know I sank into an unhealthy depression, after the big move, the trauma from the move, and emotions (mine and the children’s) crashed on me all at once. It doesn’t make me feel better to see the evidence…
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Fuck Father’s Day
Father's Day used to mean something. But when the father of your children is a douchebag, what is there to celebrate? Not all men make good fathers.
