I can’t post any of the pictures I had to go along with this entry so it’s gonna be extra boring. I actually wrote it the other day but am just now getting a chance to post it. Work has been hectic. Anyway, enjoy!
1) One of the things I hate MOST about other people driving is when you take 5 minutes to make a right turn. There’s no reason for it! Gawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, that shit drives me nuts. I have lost my cool many a time over a slow right turn.
2) PMS is real. I snapped at D this morning because he kept trying to feed me a grape when I really didn’t want a gotdamn grape and then he put the stupid grape right on top of my bowl of Special K and I lost it slightly. LOL Normally, this would never get to me. But I am ON EDGE right now. Between feeling puffy as hell, having a crater growing out the side of my face and those oh-so-wonderful pre-cramps…it’s not good times for Monie.
3) To curb my PMS, I bought shoes. They are gorgeous and I love them. Take a look.
(PICS WOULD BE POSTED HERE BUT…)
4) The pictures are shitty because I have this craptastic ass phone. (PICTURE OF MOTOROLA Q GOES HERE LOL) I would have been better off with a Treo. This piece of shit won’t hold a charge for longer than 3.75 minutes (seriously) and is forever acting up. I really hate it. But I’m stuck with it.
5) I am nobody’s mother. I refuse to clean up after these grown ass adults ANYMORE! For real…what the fuck?
6) You called me while I was in class. I said I’d call you back when I got out. I didn’t call you back until the next day. You come at me with, “Damn, that was a LONG class!” Grrrrrrrrrr! I already hate talking on the phone. And that comment made me hate talking on the phone…to you! By the time I get out of class, I am burnt out and ready to just go home and chill. And I’m sorry but my time at home with D is his time. You’re not my man…you don’t get priority, nukka!
7) No, I will not have your baby just so he/she can get my eyes. (D did not say this stupid ass shit – some random fucktard did).
My Mommy just got a new truck. She’s been hanging on to her 1993 Lumina (LMAO!) for as long as she could but when it started leaking gas, she knew it was time to let it go.
9) D is trying really hard to make me his personal secretary but I’m not having it. Yes, there are some things that I will handle for him but dude…I am not sending emails to the Engineering College’s advising office to see what classes YOU need to take this Fall.
10) Found out that I’m not the only one that HE visually molests on a daily basis. For some reason, finding that out made me really, really angry. No, not cause I wanted to be the only one he did that to (ew) but because he actually had the balls to do it to someone else! That shit is sick and I’m getting to a point where I’m going to do or say something about it. I’m trying to get out of this PMS cloud before I do anything rash but it’s coming…I hope he’s ready.
11) They’re fucking. I know they are. Ughhhh…I just lost my lunch.
12) I like to hang my hand out of the window when I’m driving. But I always think that a car or huge truck will sideswipe me and rip my whole arm and hand off. So, I only hang my hand out when I’m in the far left lane on the freeway or not near any other cars on the streets. I’m weird.
13) I saw my uncle for the first time since he’s been sick. That in itself is sort of a shame but mentally, emotionally…I knew I couldn’t handle it. He looked better than I thought he would. He’s very thin and sorta pale. He doesn’t have any eyebrows and he had on a hat but I imagine he doesn’t have any hair. He had a little peach fuzz going on where his beard used to be. LOL It was cute. I’d heard that he had been pretty weak but when I saw him he was walking around and gave me a HUGE, super-tight hug. He’s gaining some strength but he has to rest frequently. Since the cancer spread from his lungs to his throat and esophagus, he is having a hard time eating. He’s in a lot of pain…I noticed the bottle of Percocet on the kitchen table. He told my Granny that he’s going to try hard to live as long as he possibly can. He knows he’s going to die from this. We all know it…but it kills me inside to really think about it.
A lot of people don’t understand why I’m so distraught…I mean, he is only my uncle, right? But we (myself, my brother and my sister) are 100% closer to my Daddy’s side of the family than my Mom’s. It’s weird but that’s how it is. Because of this, my Granny is like my second mother. Her love for us and our love for her is…it’s crazy, for real. I can’t even explain it. All my uncles are like fathers. They have been there…every day…since birth. I just feel…*sigh* Out of all three of us, I am the strong one. When my other Uncle died a few years ago from cancer, my brother and sister were done for. I was hurt and sad, of course, but I held it together for the most part. Seeing it happen again in the exact same way…
I can’t stop myself from crying at night…crying at random times during the day. I don’t know if I’m all messed up because this is what’s going on or scared because this disease obviously runs in my family. Like…who will be next? My other Uncle? MY DADDY?! (Lord, you might as well take me now)
Or maybe it’s just a combination of everything.
I’m just barely holding on and that…SUCKS.
(UPDATE: My uncle is back in the hospital with pneumonia. We are not allowed to see him because his immune system is really fragile and they cannot risk him getting any sicker. *sigh*)