I want to volunteer – doing something fun and rewarding. That points me in one direction – the arts. I sent emails and resume to a bunch of places. It feels like applying for an effing job – why the hell do they need a cover letter? Jeez!!!! What’s the next – a round of interviews?
This is probably all inspired by the fact that I’m a government slave. I’ve been working mad hours. I get cranky when I don’t get home early enough to make dinner – cooking is my salvation. Oy, what am I the spokeswoman for Good Housekeeping – or better yet for Housewives throughout America.
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My friend Smurf is pregnant. She's 32 years old and 11 weeks along. I met up with her and other festival folk for a weekend project. ... -
I encountered a girl (aka suitable girl) that hubby had gone on one date with a few months before he met me. She is like hubby in many ways... -
I find you to be a f*cking cunt. I hope there is a special place in hell for a b*tch like you. You never deserved to have children. Here ...
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