Because I am a meany and a terrible mom!

Let's get this straight. I know I am NOT a terrible mom. Maybe not a great mom, but not a terrible one. Some days are better than others. If you have kids you understand. If you don't have kids, but have mistakenly visited a "family" restaurant... you also understand.

Today my daughter tried to manipulate me.

Remember that she is five years old. FIVE!

Here is the scenario...

Today my daughter, my mother and I had lunch at Arby's in Logan. In case their headquarters happens to Google this... we had great customer service. Give all the employees raises! Anyways, Arby's was terribly busy today. We finished eating and my daughter wanted some ice cream. Anyone who knows my mom knows how much of a sucker she is for giving my kids anything they want. They are her only grand kids after all. What this meant is that I got to stand in line for 15 minutes waiting to order an ice cream. Once again the employees were working their butts off Arby's headquarters. Trust me. So... my daughter got her ice cream.

Fast forward five minutes later in the car...

This is when I am driving to Maceys in Providence.

Daughter: mom, um, since we are going to Maceys can I have a doughnut?
Me: Uh, NO.
Daughter: Why not momma?
Me: Because you are currently eating a milkshake and do not need anymore sugar today.
Daughter: Why not? You have loaded me up with sugar before. (Yes, she said this)
Me: Well, um, I really do NOT like to load you up on sugar.
Daughter: PLEASE??? (in that annoying voice)
Me: No... I am a mean mom.
Daughter: No your not. (in the sing song voice)
Me: Um, yes I am! (in the same sing song voice)

Fast forward 20 minutes later...

I get out of the car and start to go into the house. My arms are full with groceries. This is when my daughter starts complaining that she has to carry in a milkshake and gum. Yeah, a milkshake and a gum. Let me remind you that my arms are FULL. So I leave her in the car.

My daughter is perfectly capable of carrying in said items, and she gets in and out of the car by herself all the time.

Ten minutes later she comes into the house crying that I left her and that I am a "mean" mom because I wouldn't help her carry ALL of her stuff in.

I swear I give up.

Life... or something like it.

Life...

For all of you that KNOW, things are officially on the upside in my life right now.

Or something like it...

My son gets out of school on Friday. I am not looking forward to this at all. Not at all. To tell you the truth, most parents have the same feelings that I do. We love our kids. We really do. It is just that three months is a LONG time.

The thing that is the hardest for me in the summer is my kids complaining about being bored. I really try hard to have activities for them to do almost every day, but it is hard. I set up play dates, we go on walks or hikes, we camp and barbecue, we visit friends, we go to grandmas, we go on vacations, and we watch movies and t.v. It really doesn't matter because my kids get bored. I just get annoyed.

So just plan on me going nuts here in the next few months.

arachnophobia

i am currently listening to and completely digging amy winehouse.

crazy eyeliner and messed up grille to boot. her songs are fab!! dayam...

i dedicate the following story to fellow arachnophobe and blogger extraordinaire: holli.

i have always hated had an intense dislike for spiders. all kinds. small ones. big ones. fast ones, big ones, jumping ones, hairy ones, dead ones. yes, i don't even like the dead ones! they could come back to life while i am sleeping and crawl on me.

yes, i believe that could really happen. yes, i know it's irrational.

right now, i am praying i can make it through this post. i have the creeps so bad i can barely stand to type.

anyway, back to me. my father thinks it's hilarious that i don't like spiders. he doesn't care about popularity, and in turn, i think he's a secret spider advocate of sorts. spiders united, decided my dad would stand up for spider's rights and i think the spiders actually PAY him to support their cause. when we were growing up (i have one sister), we'd ask him to kill the spiders in the house. he would always say, "no!!! we can't kill clyde!"

my father named spiders. they were almost always Clyde. to this day, i cannot hear the name clyde without thinking of some creepy ass spider.

he'd either CATCH clyde and take him outside or he'd completely let him get away. now. the escaped spider was now FREE to roam the house. ANYWHERE! completely unacceptable if you ask me. can you think of anything worse than trying to kill a spider and having it get away in your house?? now it can go anywhere it wants. not good, not good at all.

so. there it is. i've never liked spiders. the first "episode" i clearly remember happened when i was probably 14 or 15. my bedroom was in the basement and our house was in podunk, utah, so there were a few creepy crawlies here and there. ok, there was usually one of those haul-ass wolf spiders in my shower EVERY SINGLE DAY. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

i had gotten ready for bed and went to turn off the light switch. it was 4 steps from the bed to the light switch, so i usually just flipped the switch, and then took two gazelle steps right under the covers. as i flipped the switch, i was already turning toward my bed. out of the corner of my eye, i saw something move. it kind of appeared to glow in the dark...so it was whitish. i immediately flipped the light back on...and to my complete HORROR, there was a giant spider carrying an EGG SAC on its back!!! wtf?!?!? i screamed so loud. and i didn't stop until my dad appeared in my room. he of course thought i was a complete donkey. i told him he had to kill that spider and all of its babies b/c if he didn't i would have to move out. i told him i couldn't live in that room knowing it was in there...somewhere...with a bomb waiting to explode full of tiny little spiders. effffffffff that.

much to my surprise, he agrees. now, for some freak ass reason, the spider has frozen at this point. i guess she thought if she didn't move, we couldn't see her. whatever!!! i was ready to commit first degree spider murder, but i didn't want to get that close. so my dad goes to get a weapon...and he returns with a GD mason jar and a piece of cardboard. he then proceeds to catch the spider and release her outside.

i have never forgiven him. ever.

episode 2: my then-husband and i were living in a house built in 1628. ok, not really, but it was damn old. i saw spiders there that for some reason were turned away during auditions for arachnophobia. they were definitely large enough now. at this point, we are both working nights, so we are sleeping during the day.

have you ever felt something crawling on you while you sleep? sure, we all have, right?

well this time was different. i kept feeling it. so i sat up, and peeled back the covers and there it was..ON THE BED, a giant black spider. a slow moving one, but HUGE, ok??? this spider had clearly crossed the line. CLEARLY. i couldn't even kill it. i made my (now ex) husband take care of it.

i didn't sleep for about 3 days. i waged a full-scale war on spiders and i have fought diligently in the trenches ever since then. i still hate to kill spiders, b/c i don't want to get that close. i usually choose to eliminate them with a stream of poison, shot from as far away as possible. other horrible spider things have happened to me, including opening the paper and BOOM..a giant spider leapt out and the time i went to kill a rather large, slow-moving spider in the garage, only to miss and have it explode into one big mama spider and about 43,298 baby spiders. i poured gas on the entire garage and lit a match.

just kidding. but i seriously considered it.

the year i moved into our current house, which was built in 1629, i obsessively sprayed every nook and cranny with ortho home defense. i set spider traps. and i caught some HUGE ones. i removed my bed skirt. i prayed. i sacrificed small animals. i fasted.

since we've added a dog and another cat to our fold, i haven't seen a spider in ages. not sure if my pets are eating them (don't even wanna think about it, really) but i don't care. spiders can live anywhere but in the vicinity of ME. period. it's not negotiable. paul has killed a few here and there, but he usually has the sense to not mention it to me. he knows i really don't want to know.

need a job??

if so, i've got just the one for you!!

thanks to my pals over at for the people, i've got a hot job lead for any gals in or around the cache valley area.

i should give a tiny bit of background for those of you who, bless your souls, have never been to cache valley.

we have one sex shop here in town. i am sure if i am wrong, corrections will be issued. this little sex shop is reknowned and very popular. the front of the store has clothing, incense, bongs, jewelry, bumper stickers, etc. the middle of the store has lotions, gels, potions, and then there's the lingerie. camo boy shorts with a matching bustier. a pink sheer babydoll with thong panties. a red feather boa.

then...the revered "back" of the store. toys, dildos, and more!! stuff you never imagined or dreamed of, let alone considered.

it's a bit out of place here in logan. it's across the street from the lds tabernacle and next door to one of the higher-priced restaurants in town. there IS a tattoo/piercing parlor upstairs. in spite of having a local farmer's market, a coffee roasting company, an artisan bread bakery and an entire university community, the persian peacock is a store all it's own!

well, this little ole sex shop is hiring. i am going to answer their questions as if i were actually interviewing for the job. it's posted on craig's list, too...

here's the requirements:
1) Female, 21 yrs. or older CHECK.

2) Must be sexually experienced- I realize this may sound like an odd requirement but we sell sex, no? uh, CHECK.

3) Must be comfortable talking about sex, with a straight face, to people as old as your mother. LMAO. Ok, CHECK.

4) Retail experience a plus. Management experience gets double bonus points. I, uh, have a college degree!

5) Available Monday-Friday 3-9 pm, Sat 10-9. These hours are not set in stone, but scheduling will likely fall within this time frame. Whatever!!

and now...onto the questions..

1) Do you shop at Wal-Mart? Yes/No Why? yes, i do. it's less expensive than other stores and i have a fixed income/budget. i also support local business whenever i can, like when i want a good cup of coffee or a giant purple dildo that vibrates.

2) When was the last time you were in our store? What did you buy? i was in there last september. i bought my boyfriend some gifts. i'd love to discuss them with you in person. one item was from the lotion/gel/potion category, the other was from the back o the store!

3) Have you ever been/lived outside of Cache Valley? Where? i have always lived here, but i've traveled extensively. i am not a mormon, if that's what you are getting at.

4) List three other locally-owned businesses you frequent. Cafe Ibis. The White Owl. Cafe Sabor. Center Street Grille.

5) Favorite Movie of all time? Song? Book? It's hard to just pick one, but here goes: Gladiator (with Russell Crowe) Head Like A Hole by NIN, Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier.

6) How do you feel about Bush? (the one in the white house not your pants) eh. you should be more worried about how i feel about the mayor of Logan, Randy Watts.

7) What is your relationship to coffee? How do you take it? i have a love/hate relationship with coffee. i love it, but it often upsets my stomach. i drink it with 2-4 creamers, no sugar. i love a great cup of coffee in the morning.

8) Method of birth control? Thoughts on condoms? i have no uterus. enough said, i reckon? before that, i had a mirena IUD that i absolutely loved and would recommend to ANYONE. condoms suck, but they are necessary for people who choose not to be monogamous.

In one to two paragraphs, tell us why you're awesome and why we should hire you.
you all know why i am awesome. i'll skip this part...

in a completely UNrelated story, paul and i celebrated our two-year anniversary this weekend...without even noticing it. may 26 was the big day!! two years is a long time...

stay tuned for these upcoming posts from me: "what if..." and "arachnophobia."

xoxo

Pepe le Pew

Yes, I have a skunk outside my house right now.

No, it doesn't smell good.

Yes, the smell has infiltrated inside my house.

No, I haven't seen the skunk. Nor do I want to. HELLO!!!!

Yes, it is driving me nuts.

Anyways, this usually happened more to me when I lived in BFE at my parents house. It is not supposed to happen when I live in the big city of Logan. Ok, I know Logan is not a "big" city, but isn't it big enough NOT to have skunks running wild? LOL.

Skunks Gone Wild... the new series on Animal Planet.

Can you tell I am tired?

I can. /snore

Hey Jess, I just gave the skunk your address since you live in the country and all. /wink You run a pet store anyways. What is one more pet anyways?

now i lay me down to sleep

and i hope i don't forget a whole bunch of shit for tomorrow.

i've got a client coming into town. i'm smashing dinner with him and his wife between the end of work and my softball game. so...i need to take all my softball shit to work. cleats, shirt, socks, mitt. check.

i hope i don't leave my laptop at home ever again. i did that like two weeks ago. great smoke drive, crappy for the gas budget. next time i do that, i am staying at home. no exceptions!!

i haven't even washed my face yet and it's 11:15 p.m. helllllls bells. NOT happy about that. the dog also needs to go pee.

why the hell am i sitting here typing? that's a damn good question. i implore you to give me some possible answers.

i've got to be all dressed up tomorrow. yay. double yay!

i got summoned for jury duty again. this is the second time in about a month. last time, i didn't have to go. this time, i'll reckon i'll get out of it again. my profession alone ought to be enough to exclude me. keep your fingers crossed. i'll tell you all about my job later. trust me...it's not that cool. it's not exotic, it's not ritzy and quite frankly, i am sorry i even brought it up.

well, my battery on my laptop is about to die. i guess this is it for me tonight.

but...i am not even close to being finished!!!

hello and hi, from beautiful (ahem) Grants, NM

yeah, so i just read the jess post asking me to fill in when both those ladies were in a rut.

oops!

let the record show that i, too, have been a huge slacker with the blogging. but, let the record show that i currently finished day 8 (w/ 10-11 hr days) of straight work. the up side? only 2 days left in this shift.

then what? you ask...

i get a 4 day weekend

and then back to work for another 10 day shift (same hours).

normally this whole thing wouldn't be all that horrible but i'm not even at home. even that wouldn't be bad if i was somewhere hip or cool or had something to do.

it doesn't. i'm in grants, new mexico.

a quick example of how bad this place is (fyi- this is probably the only time i'll ever lament being in a town with no starbucks- and YES you read that right). first-- there's only one coffee shop and it's only open from thursday through sunday (for those of you who know me, you'll realize how painful this is for me... seriously, i'm DYING). second--we have eaten dinner at a different place every night (remember I'm on day 8) and we've exhausted all of our possibilites (minus the fast food joints). third-- there are only 2 stop lights. fourth-- the best restaurant in town is located in our Best Western hotel.

on the upside-- my hotel room has cable! you know what that means? i've been watching NBA playoffs like a fiend. presently i'm watching our beloved Utah Jazz lose to the SA Spurs (damn and blast!).

there will be other stories to come about the joys of my work days and other idiotic things later but for now... it's bed time. the alarm is set for 0545. and you know the worst thing about that? i've been waking up PRIOR to the alarm going off. what a bunch o' shit!

frankly, sir, i don't give a damn

today something that i have known all along became crystal clear.

in order to get to my point, i have to give some background. i've gone thru several chapters in my life and i've flip-flopped (credit to john kerry for giving us the term flip-flopper. it now means so much more than just footwear!) several times on women's issues. i liked boys. then i hated them. then i didn't need them. i went through some feminist crap...you know that whole movement where women think men are irrelevant?

well, those women are wrong. but whatever. they have their right to believe whatever they want.

for the past few years, i have been a lover of man. one in particular, in fact. sometimes i wonder if he really knows how lucky he is. ;) our relationship is great. i respect him greatly and admire his manly qualities...like mowing the lawn, his strong hands on my girlie skin and his ability to grow more body hair than anyone else i know. he'll kill me for saying that, but he'll laugh about it too, so i think it's ok. lol. really, babe. if you ever read this, i think you are the best. the BEST.

so, now that i've established that i am a- not a feminist and b- lover of men, on to my point.

it's incredibly hard to be a professional woman. it takes a great deal of tact to work with men. my emotions used to get in the way, but i got over that very quickly. i know now that little tiffs at work are rarely personal. personalities can intensify the tiff, but they don't usually start that way.

at least with adults, that is. hmph.

today i kind of lost my cool. and i spoke up for myself. i know that i came across as a complete bitch and those who were involved probably think i was on the rag (i am not, btw), stressed out, hungry or needed to get laid or get more sleep. whatever. it was none of these things. being assertive is hard!!! being a woman in the workplace is a struggle. i think men have it easy at work...i really do. hopefully some man reader out there will correct me.

at least i know that i was right. ha.

now if you'll excuse, the bachelor has to break someone's heart tonight. i can't wait!!

The things kids say...

**Note** I actually wrote this post weeks ago. I finally decided to post it since I have nothing else I can actually write about. Not that I don't have stuff to write about... just that I currently CAN'T write about it. Let's just say I had a really shitty last week. If you really want to know about it send me an email.

**End Note**

Warning, this post is not being censored... Possibly should be, but it isn't.

1. If you do not like foul language, DO NOT READ THIS POST.
2. Once again... foul language. Hello, if you hate foul language why are you still reading? Trust me... STOP!
3. I warned you...
   

I am about to tell you a true story. An unfortunately true story.

How do you know when it is time to clean up your language? Not always an easy question for some adults. It could be when your mom washes out your mouth with soap. It could be when you get in trouble by a teacher. It could be when you decide to have kids. For my husband... It is when my children used bad language in the correct context.

Here is some important information to the set-up of the story:

My son at the time is 4 years old.

• My daughter was only 2 years old.
• It is a Sunday morning.
• I, the non morning person, was asleep.
• My husband, tired from staying out late with some of his friends, is currently awake with the kids.
• My kids call Chex cereal the "square kind". Not to be confused with "round kind" which is Kix.
  

Daughter: Dad I am hungry.

Dad: Alright, I will get you some cereal.

This is when my husband goes and gets some cereal and pours it for our poor starving children. He adds the milk, and gets their drinks ready. Then he puts the bowls in front of my children at the table. Remember he is REALLY tired.

Daughter: (looks at cereal in disgust) I wanted the God damned square kind.

Dad: (looks at daughter in a startled manner)

Son: Yeah dad, and shut the fucking curtains!

So my husband got the God damned square kind and he shut the fucking curtains.

What else could he do? Then he came and woke me up to take care of them. He had enough for one morning. He later told me that was when he realized then that he needed to watch what he said.

I swear this story is true.

Since then we have taught our children that potty language is only acceptable in "the potty." Makes for interesting dinners when one of our children really wants to say something bad. The get up from dinner and go in the bathroom and shout bad words like "poop, shut up, and stupid." Doesn't get rid of the fact that you still hear it, but at least you know they are learning when to use it. LOL.

i'm a crazy mom

my son's been invited to try out for competitive soccer. omg.

first thought: my son rocks at sports! bitchin!

second thought: holy shit balls!! how much money is this going to cost me??

third thought: omg. what if he doesn't make the team? how will i make his hurt go away.

fourth thought: of course he'll make it. he's b'dass!!

as you all know (all three of you who even bother to read this drivel), i coached my daughter's soccer team this spring. i am insane sports nut and an even more insane sports mom. i am competitive. i yell at the kids. i yell at the ref. i boo at bad calls. occasionally, (ok, often) i display what most would refer to as poor sportsmanship.

sfw?

winning is IMPORTANT. ask ANYONE who loses EVERYTHING if winning matters. this bullshit we feed kids about how winning isn't important is no good. it totally matters. to get ahead, you have to be the best. the smartest. the most attractive. you have to know the right people. you have to be in the right place at the right time. winning really matters.

having fun matters, too. of course it does. if you win, but you aren't having fun, then that isn't good either. there's definitely a fine line there. but i ask you this: is losing fun? of course not, but you can lose and still have a great time in the process. it's ok to lose. but i think it's wrong to teach kids that losing is every bit as good as winning. that is a big fat huge lie. it opens up the door across the hall from the door labeled "do your best." the door across the hall says "it's ok to screw up as long as you claimed you did your best even when you know you really didn't."

this line of thinking...i like to call it Hey! Mediocrity is Fine by Me! seems to be as common as VISA Accepted Here.

losing gives you a reason to improve. to practice. to go back to school. to fight for what's right. to gain motivation. to get out there and KICK SOME ASS.

i told you i was crazy.

if my son doesn't make this team, i might die. i don't know who wants it worse: me or him. jeez!!

p.s. JESS IS BACK IN DA HOUSE!!!

we're alive...i promise...

it's been a rough time around these parts in northern utah. maybe al can blog about new mexico to fill in the gaps.

holli...i PROMISE we will call you. bridge may explain all later.

bridge needs good thoughts. send them her way.

thanks for your support.

happy mother's day to all the moms!

xoxo

I think my nose is broke...

Ouch.

Ouch Ouch...

I am in pain.

Last night I started to toss and turn. I woke up realizing I had to go pee. I slowly start to sit up when my husbands arm came slamming into my face. Not sure if it was his elbow. Could have been anything. I really have no clue.

It was dark... I couldn't see.

I was in a lot of pain... I couldn't see.

See where I am going here?

I sat there for a bit thinking it was going to start to pour blood. Nope.

I finally went to the bathroom and couldn't see anything. I didn't want to touch my nose. It hurt.

During this entire time my husband is apologizing profusely. He was asleep when it happened, but when he whacked my face it woke him up quickly.

Today my face hurts from the top of my eyes, to my lips, and across both cheeks. Maybe my nose isn't broken, maybe it is just bruised. ???

When I was young a doctor had to cauterize my nose because of constant nosebleeds. I haven't had one since. I also do not have black eyes. Has anyone had something similar? I feel like a wimp.

blogger's block...

well. it seems as though i've been living in a black, black cloud lately.

warning: the rest of this may seem a bit whiny. bear in mind that i am fully aware your life sucks, too...you might be having a bad day, your family is suffering some hardship, etc. i know all these things. i realize my struggles may pale in comparison to what you're experiencing, so if you don't want to read any farther, don't. the truth is...if i whine about it, maybe i'll feel better. so there!!

i've had horrible blogger's block. my thoughts are clogged. maybe i am just unwilling to share them with you, dear reader. maybe the inside of my mind is so scary, such a vault, that i don't want to let you in...

whatever the case may be. i can't write. and it sucks. i can't do the self-portrait challenge. i can't get caught up with housework and laundry. at the end of the day...i've got very little left to give to the people i love the most: my kids and paul.

it's horribly selfish... and i hope that someone can a- relate and b- forgive me. sometimes i just want to be responsible for ME. i don't want to have to take care of others.

i've watched the secret a bunch of times. and this power of attraction thing isn't working for me. i hope it's a phase. it seems that just when i think i am getting caught up financially, i get hit with yet another setback.

it's been a struggle being a divorced mom. day care is expensive. and i think i am just worn down.

the sun was out today. it's supposed to be warm all week. i get to play golf on tuesday...

and even though i feel down right now...at least i can feel. at least i am alive. i am thankful for that.

now...go get a drink... hopefully an alcoholic one..or at least a caffeinated one...and hope the old, funny, sarcastic jess comes back soon.

Lets Go Jazz!!!

The Utah Jazz...

I am sooo proud of them tonight. My mom, my daughter and I went to their playoff game tonight.

They are now 3-3.

I am now poor.

• 1 hot dog to share
• 1 nacho to share
• one apple juice for a little girl
• three "adult" apple juices for me (don't tell my mom she wasn't sitting by me and doesn't know)
• two kid ice creams

I just hope they win on Saturday.

narrated in my best eeyore voice

i had a rough day today. i don't want to go into too much detail, because it's mostly personal, but i figure it will help to write about it as much as i can. /end eeyore voice, enter crazy bitch voice

i really, truly hate horrible people. i hate people who don't have a genuine bone in their body. i don't understand why human beings do awful, spiteful, DISHONEST things to other humans. i am not talking about murder...rape...violence. nothing like that. this isn't that bad. those things are much worse. but this is just the lowest of low..

it's people who are 110% selfish, you know? they suck the LIFE out of you, out of everyone around them, then take even MORE if people let them. they lie, cheat, steal, and then lie some more to cover up their tracks.

are you confused? yeah, probably. i am sorry about that. all you need to know is that i am pissed. i don't dare make any of this public because there are kids involved and they don't ever need to know about this. at least not from my mouth. they'll figure it out on their own when they grow up...i hope.

also, we won't be house shopping anytime in the very near future. it's not going to happen and my dreams are more than crushed. i want a home. a place that's MINE. not just a place where i borrow space for a monthly fee.

i want to cry, but somehow, i am managing to NOT. probably because i am so damn MAD.

paul and i are fine. my kids are great. don't worry about any of that. does anyone know where to hide bodies where they'll never be found??

i've got nothing to say...

these days.

i've been busy. i've been working my ass off. i've been coaching soccer, helping jake with scout badges, taking care of a post-surgery cat, cleaning, cooking, folding laundry, weeding, working, improving my golf game, watching "deadliest catch" and worrying i am forgetting to do something, somewhere.

i'm tired just typing all that shiz.

jenna has some kind of weird bite on her leg. it's infucted. i had to do some minor surgery on it tonight...NOT fun. she was pretty tough, though and the prognosis looks good. do NOT tell her this, but i am 99% sure it's a spider bite. i might get to pay HER medical deductible this year, too! yay me!! gross warning: don't read any farther if you don't wanna be grossed out... but i squished so much pus out of her leg tonight that i think she's reached pus quotas for 2007. round 2 tomorrow, i am sure. i'll keep you posted...it doesn't look serious right now, but i will definitely take her to the doctor if i need to.

jake scored four goals in his game tonight. one of them came from an awesome penalty kick he got to take. he's got some hot sauce on his kicker and he sure enjoys being the star. next month's project: humility. i promise.

yeah, right.

my utility company sent me a shut-off notice. this in SPITE of me paying my bills every month. something's whack with my e-payments online. great. like i have time for this shit.

paul and i may be house shopping very soon. if you'd like to donate, you can email me and i'll send my mailing address. ha ha ha!! anyway, it looks like we'll qualify for a mortgage, but i am not getting my hopes up toooo soon. i know better than to do that.

peace out. sorry i've got nothing to say these days. why doesn't someone give me a topic? that would help immensely!!