Pity party, table for one.

[chelsielynn]

Well HELL

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[chelsielynn]

And now one more thing has occured, just when you think I couldn't get any worse.

I have just been informed that from Feb 10 to March 10, Tim will get to be at the National Training Center for the friggin Army in California where he will get to sleep in tents with no electricity, etc and most probably NO PHONE USAGE, and that is honestly the part that I seriously cannot handle.

So you can imagine how much I am looking forward to both my birthday and Mardi Gras now.

I swear to God I will need anti-depressants before the time we get married, mark my words.

And none of you are going to comment on this b/c no one freakin cares and I am bitching for nothing. It's ok. I expect it now.

[karaleethewolfe]

I am commenting, and I do care. And bitching is never for nothing if it lets you vent. Venting is good. Venting keeps you from rupturing internal organs.

I'm sorry next week is The Suck for you. I'm sorry your spring semester is shaping up to be a perpetual case of the Mondays. I'm sorry that Tim will be stuck elsewhere for your birthday (but I bet you ten bucks he finds a way to call, because he's resourceful like that). I'm sorry that you're PMSing. I'm sorry that we've all been rubbing in our good fortune.

I'm not going to try to say anything to try to make you feel better because you'll probably yell at me. But I love you anyway. And I'm glad you vented.

Look at Orlando. He is pretty.

[chelsielynn]

I'm not going to try to say anything to try to make you feel better because you'll probably yell at me.

Do I often yell at people when they try to make me feel better? I do huh? Sorry about that. Thank you for the pretty Orlando. He cheered me a little.

Venting

[badbarb]

My poor sweet baby. I love you. *sends a great big hug*

Re: Venting

[chelsielynn]

Thanks

Can I please quit school and move to Seattle?

Please?

Re: Venting

[badbarb]

No.