All of my ramblings on one site ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Senior/Publix-idos Since school started, I've had this fire inside my brain. Everything is annoying I always want to yell and cry Everything seems so much harder than it really is And I react awfully under pressure But I have been keeping up with work So everything's good on that end And me and Devin are still doing great. I'm so glad for that. I bought my first pee stick last night. The cashier I bought it from told me that everything was going to be okay. She told me her mom had her at 15, and now she's a big success with a paid off house and a great job. She also let me know that I could come to her with any questions if I had to, since she's been studying in the medical field for two years. And then she closed it off with a "hope everything works out". So me and Devin drove across the street to the gas station, and I came close to what would be the end of my life, or the end of my worries. I'd kept my pee in for hours before coming to a final decision to buy the test. I danced with my thighs clenching as I removed and briefly read the instructions before realizing it was common sense. Piss on the stick, and wait. So I did. And I waited. I was not going to be a mother, and Devin was not going to be a father. Also, shoppers.. When in an express lane, DO NOT put more than 10 items on the belt. No matter how small. Do NOT write a check. DO NOT use a million coupons. It's called "express" for a reason. DO NOT pay for dollor items with a hundred dollar bill. Do not use wic checks. You people are going to make me fucking explode, and I hate all of you sloppy pieces of white trash! 8:07 p.m. - 2011-08-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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