And I really do not care.
First, I feel like I might have let my anger at one person constantly nagging me to do the things a grown ass woman knows how to to affect others. I am not mad at anyone still here. I appreciate your concern for my health. I’m working on it. As most of you know by now, I have really bad anxiety leaving the house even to go to Publix is an issue. I’m sorry I got one Know It ALL get to me with the constant nagging. I didn’t mean to dismiss anyone else’s kind concern. There is A LOT going on over here. Who would think a virtual shut in was living in such interesting times. Oh and my Lawn Kid stories are about to change to Lawn Kid’s Baby Mama who was crying in my house yesterday. And she came by again today because he is MIA. And I am so over him.
Baby Mama can be some help to me. And she can’t work because she has no child care. And she said those words that a sloth like me hates to hear. “OH, I LOVE TO CLEAN IT’S LIKE MEDITATION AND SO CALMING.” Or some sort of bullshit. It annoys me and yet her stupid perky happy ass is probably what I need. She did bust out crying yesterday when she found out that I paid Lawn Kid in advance for some work. SHUT IT. I KNOW! The last time I saw Lawn Kid and I hugged him and feel like he is my son. We had such a great talk. le sigh.
Then, I remembered something that we did not talk about. I sent her a gift that was rather pricey for the baby. I gave it to Lawn Kid in the brown package. I joked to him to tell her not to sell it . That was stupid. I should have said it was a stupid little thing. She never mentioned it. I feel like she would have. I feel sure he sold it somewhere. My son is a HORRIBLE PERSON. I’m team Baby Mama now. She came today to see if I had heard from him, he is MIA. I am trying not to care.
There are a lot of you and I struggle to keep with who is who sometimes. I just talked to Baby Mama and she did get the silver spoon I sent. But, he didn’t say it was from me. He made up some story. She is also checking jails and hospitals. He’s just no where.
I’m going back to watching movies on E! I am a few hours behind due to some much needed phone calls. I was actually talking to someone and randomly interjected THERE IS FULL BLOW PORN ON MY TEEVEE! Apparently I am watching Bridesmaids. Another person sent ICY HOT. So back is feeling good. It’s unlikely I cracked a rib. SO YAY? And if I did there is really nothing to do about it.
Baby Mama should be here to help tomorrow. So the Lawn Kid baby mama drama shall be the sequel to Lawn Kid: How Tamara Got Fucked OVER. The new version Tamara Never Learns Her Lesson: Baby Mama Drama. What I really DO NOT NEED RIGHT NOW is y’all telling me I will get fucked over again.
I do not need you to tell me I need an antibiotic for a UTI. I am however going to need those of you who live near the border to traffic drugs for me. I am so very sorry I can’t remember the name of the person who sent the prednisone that kept Banjo alive for a few more months. But if any one is going to Mexico, I need some Cirpro. Or Cefdinir. To keep on hand. It cost me $300 to get it here. I’m SO VERY ANGRY ABOUT THAT.