My friend had an fwb fling with a man last year. Then they drifted. She became pregnant and gave birth to a baby girl. My friend was stupid for not using birth control but the guy was equally as stupid for not using a condom. I wonder why she never bothered to contact this person to let him know that he could be the father of her child? Does he even know that he has a daughter?
After I left my shitty old job, I got bombarded with emails and text from former co workers asking me what happened. If there's one thing that turns me off, it's idiots and morons that have nothing better to do but try to live vicariously through me. You know what? It doesn't matter why I left that old workplace. All that matters is that I got a much better opportunity somewhere else. I;m very happy in my new job and could never ask for more. As for you nosey ignoramuses, please mind your own business and get a life. That was last year, so none of it matters anymore. Leave the issue alone.
Things are becoming much clearer or I'm getting much weirder.
I still eat at McDonald’s even when I am sober.
I saw from my window a man telling a lady not to feed the crows, because it annoys everyone. I quite like the crows in the neighbourhood, their existence is part of the beauty in the west end. I thought about giving my two cents but the interaction was quick. There will always be people feeding the crows and if other residents don’t like it, nobody is forcing them to stay in the neighbourhood. Come anytime, crow feeders :-)
I don't like cooking barefoot.
Who won’t share what they did on the weekend but ask everything about me even what I fucking eat! How is that any of your business. I’m done with this one sided friendship.
I MUST CONFESS: I have never really liked Margaret Attwood as a person, and her voice sends shudders throughout my body. I feel vaguely un-canadian about this but it does feel good to get it off my chest.
One upside about having to wear masks and covering your eyes. People I don’t want to see that I haven’t seen in a long time...they don’t recognize me.
I am so tired of being stressed out about my father's mood swings. I am so tired of crying. I am so tired of being dismissed and emotionally abused. At least if he treated my mom good. That's what breaks my heart the most. I am 42 years old and as I write this tears are streaming down my face. He doesn't get it. He thinks money fixes everything. I am at a loss. I pray every night that my Dad will be in a good mood so that I don't have to worry about my mom.