Happy HalloWEEN?

Hey.
So I am pretty pissed.
At a lot of people.
You. For instance.
I blame you.
If you had just just been normal, and invited me to your house, this post woudn't be happening.
I would just be spending time with you and the people I love.
But no.
Instead...I'm crying.
And you.
You were supposed to hang out with me.
Tonight.
But no.
I don't know what I was thinking.
You never call me.
Or TEXT me.
Or do anything you say you will do.
Soooo I guess I blame myself for this one.
Stupid me.
And you.
You can GFY.
I know I am not pretty.
I know I am pale.
I know i shouldn't be happy with the way I look.
I FUCKING KNOW!!
But thanks for saying it out loud.
You can all kiss my pale, fat ass.
And you...
thanks for loving me even though I don't love myself.

Ween feels hollow.
Good riddance.

:)

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This is all so crazy.
I can't believe I get to marry you.
And I couldn't be happier.

I love you more than I can explain, bug.

Our good boy.

Took Ulysses to the vet today.
I felt guilty leaving him there.
But he's home now.
They got 2.5 liters of fluid off him.
He looks better.
But sleepy.
Maybe now people will stop acting like I don't take care of my puppy.
Maybe they'll stop gasping when they see him look so sick.
Maybe they will quit asking what is wrong with him.
Maybe they will quit trying to tell me what I should be doing.
Lol...I doubt that.
I love my dog. He goes to the vet more than you see your doctor.

So get off his big, black balls.

And mine.

But either way...
Welcome Home, Ulysses.
Mom and Dad missed you today.

Always Be My Baby.

Isn't is so wierd that that's our song??
I mean I get it...because the whole thing about it never ending...in Mariah's head.
But its about a boy and a girl.
And he doesn't want Mariah anymore. So she goes and on and on about how she will never let go.
But niether of us have EVER let go.
We may have gotten lost along the way, but we have never stopped being the very best of friends.
Friends like you are hard to find.
And I should thank God more often for you.
My best friends.
The ones that are always there. Always supportive.

You will always be my baby.
Even when we are old. And gray.
And we are roomies at the nursing home.
I will never be able to tell you enough how much your friendship has helped me.
Probably even saved me.

You'll always be a part of me...I'm part of you indefinately.

Team Bride

Today, I went with Bailey and her family to look at some wedding dresses.
Despite terrible service at the salon, we managed to snag a gorgeous dress for a helluva deal.

And we all got choked up when Mama Daphne announced that she would love to buy the dress for BaileyBoo.

Seriously had to hold back tears. Not only am I incredibly happy for Bailey, but it made me sad to see the things in life that I miss out on. Like a mom...who cries when I find that perfect dress.
Oh well, I guess. The show must continue.

Congrats, Bailey. You looked great in that dress. (I won't post pics, don't wanna spoil anything!!)

It's four o'clock in the morning.

I have become that irritable, cynical, grouchy nurse that I always told myself I didn't want to be.
To the poor night shift charge nurse that I just got ugly with; I am so sorry.
I feel like the apology I gave you wasn't enough...and even though you will never read this...I still want to say I am so very sorry. I hope you have a good remainder of your shift.

Hello, burnout??

I have a doctors appointment on Thursday morning.
Thank God.
I need a change.
And some sleep.

I need a vacation

I'm so tired. All I want to do is sleep.
I don't know if it's the boot camp, the insomnia or the overflowing brain that is causing the most trouble at night.
But I don't like it.
I feel like there is no time.
For anything I want to do.
And it sucks that I have to save all my vacation time for my honeymoon next year.
Because I think I need a few days off.
Hello, burnout.

Meh,
Ween