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10:41 a.m. - 2010-10-22 :::
Me Linda
BECAUSE SHE WONT EVEN MENTION HER FUCKING SON!! Not a single bit dedicated to getting HIM to fucking help out. It's up to me and my mom to make sure Julianne gets out for Halloween. Why? because he's prolly out fucking drinking. OR working. Because he doesnt have any holidays left, he's used all of those days for fucking concerts. Or football games. Or just watching UFC. ARGH! Not even touching the fact that Linda's message is assbackwards and she sort of volunteers and then proceeds to tell me she'll be incapacitated.. and proceeds to tell me ALL THE GORY DETAILS OF HER COLONOSCOPY (which I have spared you! you're welcome!) I swear to God this woman lives and breathes cancer.. shes so fucked up by her mom dying from it that now she tells me everytime any of her friends or their friends or family, people I dont know and will never know, HELLO you stupid cunt my mom went through this scope thing LAST YEAR.. MY MOM, who has HAD CANCER.
After spending so much time with other people, she's so rude, and doesn't get it. ugh. I KNOW you miss the kids, TALK TO YOUR GODDAMNED SON ABOUT IT. oh wait, thats right, he doesnt have a car, and watching football on sundays, so your Sunday plan of having the kids over doesnt work. Im so so sooooo glad Im doing the lawyer thing. In six months, I'll be getting some child support to salve the bullshit insanity from working with these crazy people to keep them in my kids' lives. ugh. 14 more years until Dorian and Julianne can make up their own minds about all of this... ughughugh
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