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fisherman on pier - Pacifica, CA
Wheat cereal.
Several oranges.
Today is a "singing Tracy Chapman's Fast Car at karaoke" kind of day.
I'm not even really sure what that means.
I have fye hunnit kids and only one iPad. So, yeah.. the rage...it's serious.
Andddddd ayyeeeee a yahhhhh had a feeling that I belonged...and Ayyyeeeee a yahhhh...I had a feeling I could be someone...be someone...be someone.
Sometimes realizing shit is falling apart is harder to handle than actually walking away.
Or god forbid you try to fix it.
I am too disappointed in myself to even masturbate.
Who am I kidding...I just need a dark room and 12 minutes. (Does anyone want to come over and watch my kids for 720 seconds?)
I don't know how I became the kind of person that asks another person if they can do something, but I hope I can shake that shit off really soon because I'm starting to dislike myself.
Chicken chili...it's what's for dinner.
I just like to cook stuff that I can top with sour cream.
Listening to depressing music and singing off key like a cat in heat is my super power.
Motherhood isn't about birthing a baby or how many kids you have...it's about tiny little moments during the day that no one else sees but you where your kid does something cute or sweet and your heart just feels stuff.
My heart feels stuff a lot because HOLY SHIT I HAVE A LOT OF KIDS.
One of these bullets is a real fucking asshole.