When I open a page to post here, why do I have to reposition my cursor THREE FUCKING TIMES in order to type in the subject line?
I have a headache. I am eating Twizzlers. I am going to do work here in a minute. I gotta go to the lav. I missed Leigh's birthday party last night, and instead had a screaming match with my daughter. I won.
There are a million things going on this weekend and none of them are matching up with my desire for Scarlett to finish her room. siiiiiiiiiiiigh
I don't like Hilary Clinton. There. I said it. I am not interested in discussing politics, I just don't like her. I'm sorry.
Moving right along.
I DO, on the other hand, like THIS news article
. I love this woman. And if my daughter ever defies me in such a manner I pray I will be this strong. I haven't been this strong yet, but I'm working on it. I have done some things that seem to Scarlett to be just as cruel and unreasonable. But nothing this bad. Taking the Nintendo DS back instead of giving it to her for Christmas doesn't count because 1) she didn't know about it, and 2) it wasn't taken back for bad behavior, it was taken back because I couldn't afford it. She speaks so wistfully about the gifts her friends received for Christmas, all their electronic toys and iPods and phones and so forth, and it makes me sad for her. I'm truly sorry that I can't afford those things for her. But I'm just as sorry that she HAS a PS2 and can't use it at our house because of her behavior and her grades. She is sweet as sugar most the time, but I know that part of the reason she is able to maintain good behavior is because she DOESN'T have the PS2 at home.
The rest of my life today is the same old shit. My mind is filled with wishes for things like a home and some order to my life and I don't even want to say "a husband" because I feel like an idiot still wanting that when my main problem is my lack of patience.
So rather than think about those "same old shit" things, I'm going to quit writing and go to the loo. Ciao.