Why, when you think someone has learned a lesson, so that they behave in a way that is proper, it all blows up?
Why when you put RSVP on an invite two and half weeks in advance, do people wait until the last minute to cancel on you?
Why when you tell someone that the start time of such and such event, do they decide that that time is somehow negotiable?
Why do people feel the need to make things more difficult then they should be?
Why is my life constantly in a state of hurried stress, and long drawn out drama?
Why can't I have a life in which I don't have to dread the phone ringing?
Why can't I have a life in which people actually give a shit about me?
Why do the elastics on my braces have to break 500 times a day?
Why do they break and I don't notice until they are gone which means I have chewed and swallowed a non latex elastic?
I am in a pensive, somewhat bitchy mood. I will spare you all the details, except to say that the dinner party is quickly turning into a cluster fuck, Spenser seemingly has lost his mind when he is at school, and I so stressed I am giving serious consideration to running off to a country far, far away, so that no one can find me, and I can bury my head in the sand and not deal with real life. Good lord what a run on sentence. I don't even give a rats ass that that is horrible grammar. A run on sentence, or poor spelling. I am frustrated, tired and stressed. I want to eat lots of bad things, and blow up to three hundred pounds, yet still be svelte and desirable. I am the ying and yang right now. I am......
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