It has actually been an ok week. Not many things have pissed me off. I think something is wrong with me if I’m not pissing and moaning about something.
I just want to give out a fawk you to anyone that isn’t commenting on my blog. Jesus, I think, I write, I bodyguard to only see day after day, “leave a comment”. What the fawk do I have to do. Show my fucking boobs?
Fawk you to all the giveaways I enter and never win. God. I can’t even win first place on Christy’s comments because Donda is the commenting queen.
Fawk you bulimia. It’s a yearly struggle with my daughter to keep her from doing it, but I know she is at it again. She’s gotten way to skinny the last few weeks. God, why do people have to be such asses when girls are teenagers and give them a fucking fat complex. I worry what kind of message she is giving her daughters. God help me.
Nuff said for this week. I promise to have a pissy week next week so I have some enjoyable fawks. (hmmm, an enjoyable fawk, that would be awesome)