Brenda Starrr

Like I REALLY need two strong dudes to come get the beat ass sofa from my living room to the curb today. Jeff can't lift still, and I can't because of tryouts.

Skate at Riverside tonight. I need to practice my falls & slides.

Right now:

Fuming because I had planned to take my kids to Pridefest, but all they've done today is argue. Hence, the reason we are NOT going.

I think that I'm sad tht I'm NOT taking my kids to the pride fest because they won't quit fighting. I think that a discussion needs to happen in my house with my housemates. I think that I'm going to need a shower. I think that others should come out to Riverside Arena tonight and skate with me. I also think that seeing the above knowledge of drug "cocktails" for suicide unnerves me BIG time.

Signed.

Like I have some ludicrously stompy boots that need to be worn for more than just the photo shoot I did this morning.

I make the best home-made mashed potatoes. Be jealous.

I am that one anonymous member you see at the bottom of the board right now.

Goofy fucking bitch.

Awww, no...

Quit talking about me like that!!! After having an asthma attack last night that had me thinking about going to the ER, I'm fine. And I'm going skating at Riverside tonight. And hopefully, I'll have a busy day today!

How is she feeling today, anyways? As for me...tired. And, I want to skate tomorrow night.

I think he refuses to make one because I keep bringing it up. Y'all have fun at this shindig.

I have gas. Just sayin'.

I'm thinking... ...about how yummy my avocado sandwich was. ...about how much I love my husband ...about how certain people should STOP doing drugs, because they come off as morons. ...about how others should probably DO drugs because they come off as morons ...about how I need to make lots of money this month because I'm going to B-More in July ...about sex. LOTSof sex. ...that I might skate tonight and tomorrow night. ...about derby tryouts ...that I have to pee.

Well, it's officially June, and it will have been a year soon... And, instead of feeling better, it's worse.

Was I good??? *runs*

Quit using "retards" to describe people.

Happy B-day!

I eat the cracker. I crush on him, too.

I'm going to beat my own son's ass. Hi, Ian! Don't make me look any more stupid than I appear to do on my own.

It's more like a couple of "whos." Jeff, because he's out of town till tomorrow afternoon. And (still) my Dad...

Miss you guys, too! We need to do one of these REALLY soon! OUTSIDE!!

Washing color bowls and missing Jeff. He won't be home til Saturday afternoon...