I don't feel like a mom...

Monday, November 28, 2005

Why? Why? Why?

Why do you get mad at the Gameboy game you are playing and head-butt the Gameboy? What did you think would happen once you did that? Better hand-eye coordination on your part? That the the game would stop giving you shit? No, you broke it and then say, " Well, I've done it lots of other times and it didn't break." Alrighty then.

Why do you pick up a friend from rehab and allow him to bring a crack pipe into your car? As a friend wouldn't you tell them that you want him to get better and to get rid of it. No, intead you put it in your glove compartment for the police to find after they pull your dumb ass over!

Why do you do things to make people dislike you and then freak out because, guess what, they dislike you. Mmmm, how 'bout not pissing people off in the first place OR just learn to live with the fact that you can't please all the people all the time.

Why did you get mad at me this morning when I asked you to put your things back where they go? Can I ask you a question? Do you think we have little fairies that come and clean our house everyday? Cause it ain't fairies honey. It's me who put things back where they go if you don't. K?

Felt good. Anybody else want to try?

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OK, the second why? on the list is not a personal one. I'm not someone who hangs with the crack hoes. I was refering to former Dallas Cowboy Michael "It wasn't mine/me" Irvin who was actually being considered for the Pro Football Hall Of Fame and who now has a snowball's chance in hell of actually getting in. Obviously, this story isn't as popular everywhere else as it is here in the big D.

Posted by Michelle :: 7:05 PM :: 7 People have brought me drinks

Bring me a Drink

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