Oh the days have been long and the bull shit has been deep. I have had my rubber boots on wading threw this slop and lets not forget my fat lady support bra with extra wide straps. Oh yes it is sexy.

It is not just one thing I am dealing with but a combo of Karmic debt beating down my door at once with my emotional terrorist daughter leading the way bombs strapped to her chest.

Deep breast, I mean breath! See what I mean my brain is on scramble and I don't know if I am coming or going.

Some day this will all just be a funny story, just too bad I can't hit a coma until then.

Do you know what I would do for a cigarette right now? I would be down with some very very dirty things! I mean it I would! If I thought for one second there was a cigarette butt in the garbage can I would dig all the way to the bottom of it and scrape the butt from the random garbage goo. I would wipe it on my shirt and lighter up! OOh yeah!

On a brighter side z baby is moving. I can feel it and I am very happy and then a dark thought jumps in of another emotional extremist that is constructing grenades in my womb right as we speak.

Oh please let it be a boy, another girl may send me straight to the loony bin! I have been taking the long way, but I fear a girl will send me right to the door step of crazy land.

Ah well things are not so bad, the sun is shining and I am drinking some fake tasteless excuse for coffee and dreaming about going threw the filipinos garbage next door in search for a make out session with the grandpas cigarette butt. It could be worst...