1. You bitch at your husband for working so much.
(But you have no problem spending all that hard-earned money. On your daily $4.00 latte, and your fucking French manicure, and a gazillion Webkinz for your bratty children.)
Sunday, April 29, 2007
I am so self-centred sometimes
Honestly.
I just reread my last post. Good grief.
It was definitely past my bedtime, if I didn't edit myself for character flaws!
I guess that's just part of telling the truth.
I certainly come across as a bit of a brat. Only calling people and having sex if it's fun for me!
I'm not always like that. Some of my close friends would even tell me that I sometimes give too much of myself....even at the cost of my own sanity. I am a bit of a sponge at times. I soak up other people's shit. Not very pleasant for me.
Hmmm, am I sounding like a brat again?
I told my mother a month ago that I was going to write a self-help book, aimed at women aged 30 to 50 (?) called "Don't Be Such a Brat: realising just how good you've got it".
Perhaps I shall "downsize" my book plans into the next couple of blog entries...
Should be interesting, and a bit eye-opening. Scary....I'll be tarred and feathered by all the feminists, no doubt. Not to mention by quite a few of my stay-at-home mom friends....
Ah well, for some: the cost of beauty...for me: the price for truth.
I just reread my last post. Good grief.
It was definitely past my bedtime, if I didn't edit myself for character flaws!
I guess that's just part of telling the truth.
I certainly come across as a bit of a brat. Only calling people and having sex if it's fun for me!
I'm not always like that. Some of my close friends would even tell me that I sometimes give too much of myself....even at the cost of my own sanity. I am a bit of a sponge at times. I soak up other people's shit. Not very pleasant for me.
Hmmm, am I sounding like a brat again?
I told my mother a month ago that I was going to write a self-help book, aimed at women aged 30 to 50 (?) called "Don't Be Such a Brat: realising just how good you've got it".
Perhaps I shall "downsize" my book plans into the next couple of blog entries...
Should be interesting, and a bit eye-opening. Scary....I'll be tarred and feathered by all the feminists, no doubt. Not to mention by quite a few of my stay-at-home mom friends....
Ah well, for some: the cost of beauty...for me: the price for truth.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
After Midnight I'll Say Anything
First post on my new(er) blog:
Pretty pretentious blog name, eh?
Ah, well, you know I'm big on the truth....most of the time.
Truth tonight:
I should have phoned my dear friend, Melissa. I told her I'd call earlier this week, and I still haven't. She is pregnant. Her first baby. A wonderful reason to call. We'd have lots to talk about and a lovely conversation, no doubt. But I haven't called.
Sure, I could come up with a hundred excuses. But really, I coulda called.
So why haven't I?
It's like sex sometimes. I don't feel like it. I just don't. But then, I just decide to go for it...and I have such a great time! Why don't we have sex every day, I ask Jay! I love it so much!
But then days and days go by without doing it again.
Brutal.
And it's the same with phonecalls.
I'm not avoiding any of you. I just don't feel like it.
But I know that if I do call, I'll have a great time. I'll love it!
Hmmm....
How to motivate oneself to fuck and to phone?
Not at the same time, of course.
Pretty pretentious blog name, eh?
Ah, well, you know I'm big on the truth....most of the time.
Truth tonight:
I should have phoned my dear friend, Melissa. I told her I'd call earlier this week, and I still haven't. She is pregnant. Her first baby. A wonderful reason to call. We'd have lots to talk about and a lovely conversation, no doubt. But I haven't called.
Sure, I could come up with a hundred excuses. But really, I coulda called.
So why haven't I?
It's like sex sometimes. I don't feel like it. I just don't. But then, I just decide to go for it...and I have such a great time! Why don't we have sex every day, I ask Jay! I love it so much!
But then days and days go by without doing it again.
Brutal.
And it's the same with phonecalls.
I'm not avoiding any of you. I just don't feel like it.
But I know that if I do call, I'll have a great time. I'll love it!
Hmmm....
How to motivate oneself to fuck and to phone?
Not at the same time, of course.
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