You know how some people say that if they didn't have bad luck, they'd have no luck at all. Well if you looked that up in the dictionary, you'd see me. Talk about a month from hell. The holidays this year were bad enough, the man was fired from him job the DAY AFTER valentines day, and then on Friday, I wrecked the jeep liberty. Yup, it looks like it hit a brick wall, which was really a cobalt. I'm hurt, not majorly, but sore as heck and of course the remedy for that in the doctor's eyes, is Ibuprofin. I'm sore bitches, dope me up with something to make me not want to rip someone's head off. Geez... Oh and to make friday better, it was the man's birthday and his father decided to call him a loser for not having a job, and me a crackhead because i don't weigh 200 lbs. Um, I'm prolly 140 lbs which isn't a size zero and it is not like i don't eat. So now that neither one of us is on speaking terms with the fam, it's just GREAT!
Hopefully it gets better. I just pray I live to see if cause the rate i'm going, who knows.
