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blog times two. if i thought things would end up this way, id have quit long ago. for real, can I get a minute where the stress does not pour on me like hurricane katrina on louisiana. so last night the whole vernon situation blew up in my face. i knew that by telling nic that it happened things would never be the same but i didnt want it to happen this way. im pretty sure he wants me dead. he says he doesnt but if the situation was flipped what would i think? i would think not good things....i dont know what to think so ill come back to this later.


not that anyone gives two shits about my opinions but i have some relationship ones. ive been in two long term ones and ive been thinking about maybe looking for someone again on the relationship front. but come on here girls, have some god damned individuality. if you have to ask for permission every time you step to the left thats not a relationship its a dictatorship. since when did society decide that its the man who gets to decide EVERYTHING. whats for dinner, what to watch on TV, what to do, what not to do, this or that, where to go, what to wear, blue toothbrush or green toothbrush, do you want another drink?????? why is it that a woman has to ask her man "can i" rather than let him know "i am". ladies, are we truly that afraid of losing our man because he didnt want us to have a margarita with the girls after work? because he wanted you to come straight home and do his wash, make his dinner, give him sex and go to bed? if he cant accept that you are a person not property than maybe, just maybe he doesnt deserve you. but what happens whe he has a night with the boys? is it the same? why not? but i dont blame the men. i blame the women. for letting them. keep your individuality, leave a little mystery, intrigue, dont give him everything. because then he doesnt have anything to gain and when he gets bored, theres a million other women out there that arent giving him everything...

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i've recently developed the need to put my thoughts somewhere other than my head. i think its so i can remember them... so here goes. its me kids, kristi. and im supposing that most of you dont care wtf i think about but you'll surely find some interesting little facts reading this one.

this morning, 930 appt with fannie. bikini wax. havent had one in months and a girl is too too lazy to keep on shaving. i was late, duh. fannie yells at me for that. and then yells at me cause they dont have a recent number for me. shes called me, in recent months to see where i was. and she says "who's been waxing you?" no one i tell her, no one. then she does her thing, the whole time talking to me like shes not putting hot wax on my lil mama. asks about my mom, so i tell her shes good, shes gonna freak when she finds out shes six months away from being a grandmother, but shes good. asks me where her irish potatoes are?? haha i was supposed to make her some. i will, i promise, i will. 52 dollars and a 10 dollar tip later, im on my way home sans hair. thank goodness, and now, i just need some fresh after wax activity!!!! some of what i got most recently would be fantastic...

so then off to work. hell. prince. late, duh. one day my life will be on time. not any time soon though. im here all day today. thursdays. i used to like them. not so much anymore......now its tedious. and my biddy. he's a piece of fucking work. i mean, for real whats it take for a girl to get some on the regular? alot apparently. i feel like a stalker! except not. i give up. white flag and all. no unos today though. which means no five dollar tips on eighty dollar checks, no "is refills of that free?", no annoying guests/hosts/servers/managers.... wellll at least not til tomorrow.

halloween is coming up and im thinking, i might have a halloween party. i guess i should decide. since its so close to my birthday too. yay for my birthday. excited much. i feel old though.