Tootles all

I think I need to take a break from blogging
Im pissing off poeple that I dont need to piss off
I am sorry

My posts are making no sense(not that they ever did)
My spelling is getting worse everyday

I have severe PMS and want to punch the next person that comes in between me and my Lasagna

Quit calling me fuckers
(not you guys)

I need to reevaluate my priorities
My job sucks
I went to school for nursing
why am I not doing it?
Because Im lazy

Im bored with my life
Ive lost 30 pounds
yet I still dont feel good about it
bastards that set the standard

once again
Marilyn was a size 16
cant i just fuckin be happy?

I need to go take some Midol!

tootles,
Toni

i should change my name to slut

i cant get this out of my head
the prepubescent ramblings of a jealous 22 year old
"stay away from him, he's a player"
hmm
in girl lingo this means
"ive slept with him and im not ready to stop stalking him
and im really bitter because he now likes you"

he flirts with me right in front of her
well, not really flirting, just having a conversation
with lots of smiles and laughter
he likes me
i like him
we make each other laugh
and turn each other on
not just sexually
but intellectually
i want to talk to him every day
we will never run out of things to talk about
we are interested in each other

(plus, we have already had sex and we still talk to each other)
which means there is something more there than a one-night stand

girl follows us out to his boat
pretends something is wrong with her stupid ipod so that he will help her fix it
he is giving me that" dont you dare leave cause were gonna make out hardcore" look
starts rocking the boat and tells me "i have to earn my sealegs"
she wont leave
i get tired
i let her win
well, she thinks she has won
but i win
because i am not clingy
and i am not a dumb girl
who cant figure out her stupid ipod

we bonded
for we both knew all the words to "the humptydance"
and he likes my gay friend
(even after he grabbed his weiner)
that rarely happens
that he didnt get offended

my daughter and i went to the harbor where he lives today
to pay off a check
because my checkbook is missing
we start driving away
and she says to me
"mommy, i wanna go hang out with your nice boyfriend"
fuck
he's not my boyfriend
but she met him once and now she loves him
im screwed
she never kikes strange men
but she liked this one from the start

i think im in trouble here
he was a good kisser
and has a big winky
and knows how to read
same taste in music
and he makes me laugh

i need to stay away
because the little jealous bitch tells me to
i want no catfights
or drama

i wont go back
i would like to be alone

fuck, im a bad liar

i'd just like to add. today is said meats birthday. he has recently lost his drivers license due to weird circumstances. he was lookin at bikes on ebay when he was here the other day...do you think it would be too forward to buy him a bike for his birthday, leave it as a surprise on the deck of the boat with a secret admirrers note on it? well, not secret admirer, but ill have a card with some things written in it that only i would know?whatcha think? id have to do it tonight after work and put it there while he's sleepin.

my breasts are interfering with my life.

i am very crabby today
i am sick of being treated like a peice of ass
i fuckin read everyday
anything i can get my hands on
i try to engage in conversations that dont involve
fallatio, breasts or buttholes
i want to talk about religion, the universe, science, history
anything but sex
so why is it i cannot find a man that will talk about anything but my tits?
if i could have a reduction i would
in a frickin heartbeat

and why is it that men have to play games
why??
i am done looking for mister right
when misses right could be right around the corner

seriously contemplating lesbianism today
any takers?

worst day ever

today i lost my daughter

we went down for a nap at 2 o'clock
her in her room
and me on the couch

at 3 o'clock i woke up in a panic
couldnt figure out where i was
why i wasnt dressed
or if i had my daughter or not
(as she is with her dad every other day)

i remembered that i had her and we were napping
i went to her room to see if she was still sleeping
she wasnt there
to my room
not there either
bathroom
nope
kitchen
nope
closets
nope
i panicked
i ran down the hallway
cjecked the laundry rooms
nope
outside
nope
balling my eyes out
i call gramma to see if maybe i was dreaming that i had her and she was still at grammas
nope
i call 911
can hardly explain myself i am squeeling so loud
they are on their way

feelins of devastation come over me
where is my baby?
how could i have not heard her leave?
how could i be so stupid?
did someone steal her?
did she get hit by a car?
is she dead?

"mommy, why are you crying"
she's right behind me
rubbing her eyes

"i thought i lost you baby"
i get out between sobs
"i was sleeping in the laundry basket under my blanket mommy"
i hug her and dont let go
i call her dad
gramma
police
to let them know she is safe in my arms
and i hold her and cry

i found my little princess
she is safe
with her mommy



my princess madeline..(i know dia, she looks exactly like my picture too)