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Confessions of a Neurotic Single Mom by Homemade
August 2008
1F*ck You, Cindy!!!!/The Boys/Small Talk
4Running Scared
5Nurses With Big Asses
6Hi, My Name is..../ Minus 1
7Land Contract
8Thunder Rolls
9Cant Think of a Title Today
10Guilt Trip
11Random Stuff/bullshit
12The Way It Will Be
13Another Blank Title
14120 Days
15Sky Blast
17Going Private Again
18High Flyin'
20Broken Bones, Part 2
21No motivation
22A JenBee Kinna Day
23Saturday, no excitement
24Code Purple
25First Day of School
26Control Freak, Extraordinaire
27Making Progress
28Who Works on Thursdays Anyways???
29Baby Come Back!/ 20 cents of nonsense
31Picnic in Erie

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Baby Come Back!/ 20 cents of nonsense
August 29, 2008


I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE this commericial! I laugh my ass off every time i see it.

Anyway, Noah got a appointment this morning for his collar bone.


We went to see the bone doctor today for Noah. He said it looks good, he doesn't have to wear the sling unless he wants too. He has to go back in 2 weeks to see him. While we were in there I saw one of my mom's ex-friends sitting there waiting to see the doctor too. Dave and I borrowed a weed wacker from her a few years ago when we moved into town, well, Dave left it sitting beside the house and someone stolen it. She didn't believe my mom or me, she said that i just wanted it for myself that it didn't get stolen. Fuck You bitch. I might be a bitch, but I'm not a theif. Dave and I called the police and everything. Filled out a report, but that wasn't good enough. I offered to pay her back but she didn't want to hear it. I was trash. Mom told her to fuck off and hasn't spoken to her since. She's a big time drug seeker, just like my mom was back in the day. I wanted to tell that doctor soooooooooo bad, but I'm sure he already knows.

I have to met my boss at the hospital at 230pm for my re-evaluation. I have to take the boys with me, it should be F-U-N. I know she's going to chew me a new one for calling off yesterday. I probably wont get a raise at all. Maybe she'll take it easy on me since I'll have the boys with me.

HAHAHAHA.. I'm kidding myself.


Uncomfortable. Sweaty hands, heart palpitations, sick feeling in my stomach.

Thats how CUNTWHORE makes me feel.

My meeting lasted all of maybe 10-12 minutes. Only because I had the boys with me. She did it in the main lobby of the hospital. I didn't even make 2 bits. 20 fucking cents. Wow. She told me our teamleader commented by saying I cant be counted on. Whatthefuckever. See if he is able to count on me now. All the more kick in the ass i need to find another job. On top of that, Noah kept coming over and interupting us. He's lucky I don't kill him now and hide him in the trunk of my car like that bitch in Florida did to her sweet little girl. FUCK... I drive a van.

Can't i ever win???!?!

I'm just glad its over for another year. Usually it last longer and there is more to go over then what she did, but she cut it short and I appericate that!!

I forgot to make note i haven't hear from Mom in well over a week. Boofuckinghooo. I'm not kissing her ass, if she cared about Noah, she would of called ANYWAY, right????

Anyways, on the kitty cat front, Smokey, is still packed up my ass, as you can see here... at this very moment.


He's been so loney since Range left. I don't miss Range anymore, he was to much of a pest, pain in the ass. Noah is still sad about it, but he'll get over it sooner or later.

Alright, I'm out. Dickfuck will be home around 5ish. Gonna hit the couch and watch a movie with my guys.

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