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Just a quick note to say that I feel like Murphys personal bitch.  Write now, if I can say it wrong, do it wrong, eat sleep or drink it wrong; I'm there.  I feel like I have this inverted Midas Fecal syndrome. 

I want to whine incessantly............. But I can't because I have beautiful wonderful kids who love me.  Really just want to throw a tantrum.  A big middle of the mall, "give me my Kit Kat bar " tantrum.   Which is odd, cause its not like I don't now that life isn't fair.  I'm not dissolutioned to the concept that this stupid sphere doesn't revolve around me.  Speaking of spheres, I was talking to a sane person today and we both are beginning to pay a little closer attention to the Mayan "end of the world Calendar".  I'm just sayin.   Might want to re-think Cinco de Mayo/an.   

I have no jokes to write.  none.  Nothing funny.  I could post a picture of how fat I am.  Otherwise I got nothing.  I refuse to write about Charlie Sheen, because thats toooooooooo easy.  Even in the slumpest of slumps.   Oh well.  Weather is here, and I sure as shit ain't beautiful. 

peace