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This was me at around 15:30 today.  I was not happy.  Can you tell?

I used to look like this:

I liked this hair cut.  It made me feel pretty and thin and like I looked LIKE A FUCKING GIRL.

I’ll try and keep the story short.

I got my hair cut like a month and a half ago like it is in the second picture.  I liked it; I liked the chick who cut it.  But, my mom convinced me that I should try the chick who cuts Mom’s hair.  “You’ll LOVE her.”

Friday, glorious Friday!

Actually, I don’t have that unnatural love/devotion for Friday any longer since I stay at home with Cara.  Don’t get me wrong, Fridays are fine but it’s not like I get to leave “the office” for the weekend and come back on Monday.  I’m rambling now aren’t I?

Sorry.

It’s Fuck You Friday!  Yippee!

Now for the list:

It’s another Friday and another great opportunity to gather all of the things of the week that have gotten under my skin and vent about them here.

What’s funny is that I’m having an issue coming up with anything.  Maybe the hormonal pregnant bitchy thing is gone?

Yeah, right.

On to the list:

Dragon City Chinese Restaurant - It should not take an hour and a half to get a $20 order delivered.  This town is not that big and you guys aren’t that busy.  The time before last that I ordered from you guys it took you over two hours because you had my address wrong.  I’m not quite sure what your excuse was this time.

This week has been a pretty good week.  I was able to write a “positive” post yesterday and was somewhat concerned that F U Friday was going to be dead before it even had a chance to start.

I was wrong.

Since yesterday was a list and I LOVE lists I’ll make this one a list as well.

Middle finger to you all:

Next door neighbor guy - I understand that you’re going through a divorce but is it really necessary to have FOUR cars parked here?  Isn’t one huge SUV enough?  Escalade, Mercedes, Yukon Denali, and then your girlfriends crap-ass Montecarlo…is it too much to ask that you pick ONE CAR and not take up four parking spaces?

Who really wants to read nothing but bitching all day, every day?  I know that I don’t and furthermore, I don’t like writing it.  But, as an angry pregnant woman, I can’t seem to help myself.

I’m sure that once this pregnancy has run its course, I will blame my bitching on being an angry mom to a newborn and toddler which will eventually lead to me blaming my bitching on being the angry mom to two kids under four.

Do you see a trend?

Am I a sellout or “money grubbing whore” because I run adds on my site?

WIkipedia defines sellout like this:

“Selling out refers to the compromising of one’s integrity, morality and principles in exchange for money, ’success’ or other personal gain. It is commonly associated with attempts to increase mass appeal or acceptability to mainstream society. A person who does this, as opposed to following the original path s/he laid (or claimed to lay) out for him/herself, is labeled a sellout and regarded with disgust and immediate loss of respect. Selling out is seen as gaining success at the cost of credibility.”