i have been in a nauseous and
migrainey and leave-me-alone-i-need-to-process-how-the-fuck-i-am-going-to-afford-this-wedding kind of mood lately.
ryan is in an even bigger funk cause he hasn't been able to find work since
april and
EI only supplies 1/2 of what his old salary was.
phuck. fuck.
fack. in the end i know things will turn out fine, but right now its very tough to see the light at the end of the tunnel. is that the right metaphor? see the forest for the trees? clouds have silver linings? ... fuck i
dont even care. deep breath. be positive. good things happen to those who wait.
...
On another 'my mom is her own sitcom' note, she recently discovered that the lyrics to Beyonce's Single Ladies are "All the single ladies, all the single ladies" not "I'm a single-ette, I'm a single-ette".
Although she is now fully aware of the correct lyrics, she likes her version better and continues to sing it her way when ever the song plays on the radio or anywhere in public.
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Even after I learn the right lyrics, I usually stick with my own.
And yes, things will work out. They have too, otherwise I'm fucked too! :P Chin up!
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