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So I told him I found the pictures of him, with a whore named Kristin, on my bed. (Cue Ross Gellar � �We were on a break!� Okay, yes, we were on a break. But ew. My bed.) He told me that those pictures were in with all the rest of our pictures, but he took them out because he thought they would upset me. I told him that the reason I was really upset was the fact that he kept them at all. And that he kept them in his sock drawer like they were porn or something. He says he�ll get rid of them. If he doesn�t�oh, probably nothing will happen because I�m a perfect little doormat wife. But I�ll pop an extra perfect little wife anti-anxiety pill. Fucking men. Do you realize that tomorrow is the day? Lukas only has to wear that cast for twenty-three more hours. I�ll take pictures and post them if they�re not too nasty. I cannot wait to get that child into a bathtub. Six weeks without a bath have not been kind to him. Our whole house smells like stale urine, and I�m tired of that. Obviously, who wouldn�t be? Then Saturday is my birthday, which I have mixed feelings about. Twenty-six is not old by any stretch of the imagination, but it�s not young either. The thought that all those things I did when I was sixteen happened ten years ago is a little hard for me to grasp. In fact, it must be a lie, because that was all last week. Next subject. For some reason Nick�s cousin called me yesterday to tell me he�s taking me to see Rusted Rood March 19. Strange because I haven�t seen him a whole lot lately, but awesome because Rusted Root! I have no idea what made him think of me, but I�m glad he did. Also strange: he didn�t invite Nick. Maybe we�ll be able to scrounge up an extra ticket, as Nick didn�t seem all that thrilled about me going with a bunch of his guy friends without him. It will be interesting to see how I hold up at a concert these days. The last few I�ve gone to I�ve pooped out pretty early and ended up propping up a wall hoping for the end of a set. (Very unlike last week when I was sixteen!) I�ve also looked at all the little girls and wondered why their parents let them out of their houses dressed like cheap hookers. (Oh God I�m so old.) Well, I�m off to eat beef jerky and try not to vomit. Seriously, does anyone else get this sick from iron pills? I�ve been on the edge of puking for three weeks now. Not cool. Any advice? Kids are: "Tempted" Squeeze Last person who pissed me off: Doctor. I don't feel good. These were supposed to help me. Heard in my house: "I don't have a belly button because I have a broken leg." Miss Anything? pics - 2007-06-05
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