Im not gonna do a damn thing is what I am gonna do. Yeah, didnt see that coming did you Jayne? I think I did though. The thing is, Im quite happy with my lil look at life how it is thank you. Ok, IM not that happy with it. But it works for me. Oh alright already. It doesnt work for me at all. But, its what I know, and one thing I have learnt is this....do what you know. Cos the moment you dont do what you know, you end up married to some bastard who fucks off with all your money leaving you with two kids, no job, no house, a broken range rover, a broken heart, three dogs, 7 fucking puppies and all that amounts to the makings of an alcohol induced vomit you can barely crawl your foine ass out of anyway. And I dont wanna have to crawl my foine ass out of anything.
Friend today said...and I quote..."give the boy a chance will you?" As if I had great plans of not giving him a chance. Yeah. Cos I do things like that. Im a little bit pissed off at the moment. See, heres the thing, its all going to crap anyway. And by that, I mean, Im going to crap. For a start, Im doing things I dont know. Which is exactly what I shouldnt be doing. And, Im now feeling physically ill at the thought of , I dont even know what. But I feel sick. Like I wanna vomit. And Vomit is one of the things I have been desperately trying to avoid. And yet, here I am, contemplating vomit. I hate vomit. Vomit scares me. Literally. The way it feels sitting in my insides just waiting for its moment to shine brings back memories I dont like. I cant even function properly when one of the kids vomits, because that then brings back memories of me vomiting and I dont like those memories, and I dont like vomit and I want nothing to do with it.
All the official moments in my life where my life totally changed forever involved vomit. Yep. Its no wonder Im scared of the stuff.
Thought for the wee hours of the morning?? I need a bucket
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