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I useta be a freak about cleaning house. Then I got a life. Now I gotta take a day off work just to clean house and catch up, because my weekends are too packed to fit in cleaning. It's like J said last night...I feel like I haven't had a day off in WEEEEKS.

I useta be all grumpy and irritated all the time. Then I decided that I've only got one life to live and why waste a single day of it. Usually that train of thought works, but sometimes somebody pulls out in front of me and goes like 35 miles an hour and I wanna ram 'em, yank them outta their car and pull their guts out. That useta be an everyday occurance for me though. I'm much better now.


I useta get involved in other people's crap.....like jumpin' in head first to into a soap opera that wasn't mine. It just ended up causing me undue stress and J and I would argue about other people's bullshit. Wow, what a dumb thing to useta do.


I useta hate hot weather. I still do.


I useta never go number two in public restrooms. Then I had my first kid and he fucked my guts all up. Now, when I gotta go, I GOTTA GO.



I useta think I could forgive and forget. Forgiving's the easy part. Forgetting, not so much. Sometimes I think you gotta remind yourself of painful things so you don't ever put yourself in that situation ever again.


I useta write my blogs on myspace, but decided I like blogger better. I went back and read some of them recently and can't believe I'd totally forgotten about doing inspirational quotes of the day! My favorite by far was said by Andy Dick...."You can't teach that kinda talent ~ a gay wizard has to fuck it into you". O' lawdy that's AWESOME!

I useta really, really freak out when when my computer went slow. Now I take that time to clean out my nose. Seriously, try it.



I useta have a serious Starbucks problem. Believe it or not, I think after 14 years, the sun is settin' on that addiction. That's some weird crazy shit. Starbucks has been such a constant for me. Now what do I do?



I useta to be a rollerskatin' fiend. Now, I'm afraid of fallin' and hurtin' myself. Oh my god I'm old.



I useta think you needed to clearly have an ending to all stories. I just changed my mind.

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I loved this post! Your so inspirational and you don't even know it!

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