Ugh. My neighbor like..sucks. Just about every time Orion and I get back from running errands, our parking spot is blocked off by at least 1 car. At least. So, we end up having to park in the freaking visitor's parking and walking everything back to the house. I bitch about it outloud every single time, too. I don't fucking care..it's rude. Do we ever block them?? Nope. Him and his friends all park their cars behind one another and..pimp them out. No joke. It's fucking Pimp My Ride out there. And sometimes? I wonder how they pay for everything they hook their cars up with and take care of their families at the same time making what you make in the military (and I'm tellin ya..they're all specialists at most..and hello? so is my husband..so I know exactly what these people are making). It's just such a waste of resources to me, ya know? All I care about is making sure my car's payments are in on time..and insurance..and maybe? If I'm feeling really spendy? Having it cleaned. Come ON! Who needs a flatscreen tele in their trunk?!?!!! It just doesn't make sense.
Anyway.. why am I bitching about this right now?
Because he's outside blasting his freaking system. Oh, and I just put Calix to sleep..and so help me God..if they wake him up?? DEATH!
I seriously want to go out there and be like "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! MY BABY'S SLEEPING!!!"
..But I'm not dressed and don't have a stitch of make up on. And we all know I can't be seen out in public like that. Nope.
Shoot, all I'm sayin is for someone who just had a baby (okay, his wife did all the work, let's be honest) himself..you would THINK that he'd get the joy of being quiet.
..So anyway.
I've been watching the marathon of Extreme Makeover all day. I feel kinda lazy..but it also feels good at the same time. I've been crying with these people about the things they oh so want to change about themselves. And then I remembered.
I filled out the application to be on that show a couple of years ago.
No joke. It was something like 10 pages long..and it asked you everything you disliked about yourself (honey, please..don't get me started)..and what would you change if you had the chance..?
So, I filled it all out. I was sobbing by the end. How can someone feel THIS low about themselves?
I stapled all of the papers and got them ready to be sent out.
..I never sent them out.
Why? Because I was 21 at the time, and I didn't think they'd take me seriously.
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