Tonight He...

Tonight he came home and pretended that someone had it worse than Me.

They don't.

No Need To Panic...

I was drawing tombstones long before I was a Narcissist.

Not Madonna...

I'd rather do It with Steffani...

Me Me Me...

I'm a normal reaction to an abnormal situation.

Not Allowed...

I'm not allowed to get cancer.

My Hubby would never support that.

My Plan...

My Mother told me to 'get a plan'.

How about I give her custody of the kids and become a homeless person?

That would solve the problem.

I could just disappear...

If Only...

I would find it funnier...if I had a sense a humour.

Isn't It...?

Just being nice to me is an effort for you.

Isn't it?

How Fucking Dare I...?

You started it Prick.

You were the one who rang up in the middle of ordering a meal with my Parents and Sister's.

I know. I shouldn't have been out.

How fucking dare I.

I'm...

I'm as tarp as a shack.

Affirmation...

I am All of That...

And More.

Why Not Me The Same...?

How come Gemnastic's blog is so popular and mine's not?

All she's doing is writing about her Life and she's well-known for it.

Why not me the same?

I Am The Bird Whistler...

You've heard of the Horse Whisperer right?

Well; I am the Bird Whistler.

For Want Of A Euphemism...

I was battered-savved last night.

Form your own conclusions.

Car-pooling...

Do the Wiggle's really need to car-pool?

Still?

Murray must get sick of those bums hitching a lift in the Big Red Car everywhere they go.

I hope they throw in for fuel.

Dinner Dilemna...

I asked Twink over for dinner and he didn't show.

Flagrant dinner deserter.

I Do...

Thoughts are fleeting
Time is streeting
A head is better than none.
Take a pill and feel the thrill
Then forget the damage that's done.
Carnage. Wastage. Garbage. Rubbish-there
Ain't no word that rhymes with rubbish.
Not unless you'll count in rubber-ish
Rubbery. Robbery. Two-bob bobbery
Bibbity-bobbity-boo.
The point is that I don't Not need Him
The point is that...
I do.

Give It Time...

The only reason he's attracted to her is because he doesn't know about her mood swings... yet.

It Won't Happen To Me...

If he died holding a falafel in his hand then I'm never ever touching one.

A Question For Doctors/Psychics/Chiropractors etc...

Why can't you do it for free like Jesus did?