t2sp . . my H always used to joke that if he really wanted the house cleaned alls he had to do was pi$$ me off. I tend to clean REALLY REALLY well (almost obsessively) when I am REALLY stressed/mad/or depressed.
I guess maybe him walking in and seeing the house the way it would have looked if he showed up (it was soooo spotless) probably wouldn't have made him think I was OK . . . which is what I was going for. LOL!
I organize mostly when I am upset though I think. Like I'll at random tackle a cupboard or closet that has become too unruly. I guess it's sort of a good thing that my house it a little messy. I know I'm OK . .LOL!
I do enjoy it mostly too . . . I just wish it didn't have to be so repetive. The same old toys and crackers EVERYDAY!
Alright I thought I would share this with you. (I edited as best as I could)
Quote: [Sounds of someone puking]
There I go--thinking of you again
[Chorus] You don't know how sick you make me You make me f#ckin' sick to my stomach Every time I think of you, I puke You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem But all for the tone would probably be a little more, more suitable for this type of song--whoa I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta So f#ck it, I'ma start right here I'll just be brief I'm Bout to rattle off some of the reasons I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo of you On my arm, but what do I go and do I go and get another one, now I got two Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Now I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin I can't believe I went and did this stupid sh*t again My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it If you only knew how much I hated you For every motherf#ckin' thing you ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who
[Chorus] You don't know how sick you make me You make me f#ckin' sick to my stomach Every time I think of you, I puke You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter But I thought a song would probably be a little better Instead of a letter That you'd probably just shred up--yeah I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a Paper, I'd rather let you see how Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle You're a f#ckin' coke-head slut, I hope you f#ckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your f$ckin' guts, you f#ckin' slut, I hope you die Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back It's just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna gag-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ag What else can I do, I haven't got a clue Now I guess I'll just move on, I have no choice but to But every time I think of you now, I'll I wanna do Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke
[Chorus] You don't know how sick you make me You make me f#ckin' sick to my stomach Every time I think of you, I puke You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you, I puke
Fu#kin' b$tch
Puke - Eminem
That's what my H had my ringtone on his phone set to for awhile. NICE HUH? Yeah it made me REALLY angry . . but I never said anything. So eventually he changed it to that Staind song "Right Here Waiting" I think it's called.
Anywho . . I am downloading that Eminem CD and I realized that was the song he had for ME. Thought I'd share my revealation with you all.
Oh my sweetie what a revelation, have a good night and let it go,,, you are better than that.. xoxoxoxoxo ALI BTW I clean really good when I am angry too,,, I wonder why??? Take care... GOD BLESS...
Thanks Ali! I've had a REALLY crappy day. Tension headache all day. I just don't know what to do. I am flip flopping back and forth between hating the crap outta my H and missing him.
I just keep thinking that in Jan. he and Cassie will "celebrate their first "anniversary"" . . . it really cuts me down. I wish he'd file or maybe kick her out and be single for awhile.
