This is a whiny post.
aka <whine> (for Flinger)
You have been warned.
I’m sick of the fatness. (185.6)
I’m sick of the lazy. (See above re: the fatness)
I’m sick of this fight to be loved.
I’m sick of the three year old tantrums.
I’m sick of half assing the blog.
I’m sick of half assing the fiber arts store.
I want focus.
I want motivation.
I want love.
I want goals.
I want results.
I want Santa to be real.
(I am currently seeking someone to decorate my pity party – clearly I’m too lazy to do it my own damn self.)
I need a sex slave. I’m taking applications from women who are feeling worthless and no good.
Love you. xoxo
P.S. I would totally come to your pity party. I’d even bring cupcakes. Which wouldn’t help with the fatness issue at all, but they’d be tasty.
DUDE. I would totally attend your pity party, if I wasn’t currently having one of my own.
Take out 3 year old tantrums and this would be me. SIGH….
I have been there, well, minus the three year old. Hang in there!
I’d love to come to your pity party. I have a nearly-three year old that cries crocodile tears on demand, a four year old that doesn’t like the two-year-old, and a five-year-old that has discovered the word “stupid.” I’d even love to bring vodka to the party. But I’m too fricken lazy to (1) go to the liquor store or (2) travel cross-country. I’ll love you from afar, though. I understand why you’ve been absent, but I love it when you post. Take care.
I will join your pity party. The majority of your list could be on mine.
I love you and you so don’t have to work for it.
Kelley @ Magnetoboldtoo
‘I am currently seeking someone to decorate my pity party â€“ clearly Iâ€™m too lazy to do it my own damn self.’
I am totally stealing that, cause DAMN YOU ARE TEH AWESOMENESS.
Oh come on! I felt totally the same way! It’s been a harsh week and pity is no way to go. You wouldn’t want a pity party. You want a motivation and inspiration party! Bring it on pretty! It’s just one of those days!
Love you darling.
DUDE! I was JUST thinking we needed a pity party!!!!
Is a pity party costume-themed? Like, someone’s an apricot, and another a avocado, and so on? I’m not coming to that one. But I’ll attend the one that involves people collecting tears in their tequila.
You are special and loved, dude.
Um…yes. I want all of those things as well. Let’s combine pity parties.
And dammit…we’re getting together after these damed holidays are over. That’s all there is to it.