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Monday, August 9, 2010

ugh.
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i have so many thoughts, things, lists, and complaints running through my head that its hard to figure out what direction to go.

i have found that when things are going oddly well that something equally as terrible is on the horizon. now im not going to say anything because there is still a glimmer of hope and im really thinking that things may work out this time.

but then again, maybe not.

i have also found that every couple weeks or so the proverbial shit hits the fan. if its not one thing, its something else. and with this move looming over my head, the stress level is through the roof. sometimes i just want to say 'f*ck it' and be done with it all, but something keeps dragging me back to the craziness and i really think its slowly killing me. i mean, don't get me wrong, everything is okay, but i really think i live with an incompetent, mentally challenged child sometimes. i mean, i do basically everything but wipe his ass, and now i feel like i'm doing that too-- and i don't deserve that... do i? i shouldn't have to live like that.. and i refuse to. and how many chances do you give someone? i mean, if they are "trying" (and i say that loosely) should you give them more than one? two chances? sometimes i really think im at my wits end. that or im crazy.

see i told you. im rambling in no direction, just venting.

this past weekend was crazy busy. between us supposed to be packing our house, we (as in CL, my mom, and my bro. I was at ZTA alum officer training) moved my brother into his new house. it was hot. luckily everything went well and he got everything worked out and moved in. and because it was a move that involved my family there was only one hitch in the form of a new alternator. for my brothers truck. you know, just for fun. he was so proud that he fixed it all himself. what a b.a. 

hope to bring you all good news in the next few days! im excited!!

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