i wish i was special, you're so fucking special

this picture makes me sad inside that i never thought to do this before. :: sigh :: maybe the next time i live with a man i hate. there's Always next time. well, unless i don't find a substantial man to be hated before i hit menopause. here goes hopin'.

i finally got up early enough this morning to "do" something and nothing's coming to mind. not in the mood for cleaning or cooking. so, bam. YOU will have my undivided attention for the next 6 to 7 minutes. you're welcome.

i DID however decide to dry clothes this morning. otherwise, i would have none. when i went to houston this past weekend, good byes were said and then the cloud 9 that carried me home, carried me that way empty handed. POOP. all of my luggage is tucked safely away inside the trunk of a man who lives a million miles away. i use a million for two reasons: #1) to signify how far away from me he feels most of the time and #2)i don't have a CLUE how far away houston is from here. 400?? 600?? beats me.

i'm drying clothes this morning because like i said, i left all mine in houston, AND yesterday some of the neighborhood kids came over and i sat outside with them for a few minutes. the 3 year old of the bunch demanded water so i went inside to get him some. when i returned, the older children had gone and left me with this little thing. what was i to do with him?? after feeding him the aforementioned water. i decided to give him a piggy back ride back to his house rather than let him continue to wander the trailer park. i figure, living in a trailer park, we HAVE to have at least one serial killer/child molester living here. up on my back he goes. the two sides of the trailer park are separated by a thin ditch. when it rains it wills with water. shocking truth, but just accept it for now so we can move on with the story. i walked him over there and there was a little water in it. i looked around until i found a dry spot in the middle. "JACKPOT!!" jane thinks to herself. i stepped on it ever so delicately and kerplunked two feet under this sewagelike mud/sludge and much to my surprise yelled out "son of a bitch!!" with a small child on my back. i figured i was already there so i went for it full force with my other foot. sooo, i had to wash clothes once i got back inside. it sounds like i'm drying severed heads in there. my shoes keep kicking the dryer door open. i'm so afraid they won't be done drying before i have to leave for work. which will be in about 7 minutes. i gotta go try to find some more shoes......