Texts from Bryan be like
"Should I get $100 worth of bacon?"
Me: "Lol duh"

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I don't know why they hell I stopped drinking in the first place.

Oh, you know, just living the dream.

Listening to weird music and drinking coffee in the living room, letting the kids sleep.

I should have been at work an hour ago but I just love to wait.

And the footsteps echo down the hall and the little one calls my name from the crib and I can make them waffles with too much butter.

MAMA, MAMA!

The little one stood in the doorway, melancholy for the first time just watching the rain.

At the Queens of the Stone Age concert before the sun went down, I thought maybe I had worn the wrong shoes ( Read more... )

After sitting and stirring for the 8 hours Mike was gone yesterday, I packed my things, put them by the door, and placed his keys atop a note that simply said, "You can shove these up your ass" and I went to bed.

It was almost 1am when Mike came in, I hadn't yet fallen asleep and all the racket from the dogs and the anger building inside my chest ( Read more... )

Maybe I did run out of ideas.

STUPID.

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