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WARNING: IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED, DON'T READ ANY FURTHER

ONLY FOUL THINGS COMING OUT OF THIS LADY'S MOUTH TODAY

So today is the final day of my 10 Day You Challenge. I mostly did this to try and get myself in the habit of writing every day... that's been a little bit of a challenge... Since I finished my degree three and a half years ago, I don't write as much as I'd like to. For my one picture of myself, I contemplated putting a naughty pic just for shits and giggles and then decided against it. Let's keep it real...I'm not the naughty girl I used to be. Shit, my husband hasn't been laid in like a month or more...probably explains why he's been such a fucking asshole lately...tough shit mister...get a pocket pussy. 

So this is me...today...five minutes ago. I'll be honest, I snapped five pictures before I decided on the best one to put out there to everyone...that's one of the joys about the internet and blogging...you can try to put your best face forward...but let's face it, I haven't had my eyebrows done in three+ weeks! In my defense, I'm trying to grow them back out...thicken them back up...because I thought I had to black sperm looking eyebrows on my face...and I want to get them professionally shaped once they've grown in. I've always done my own eyebrows and I do a decent job, but they never look the symmetrical to me....so they especially don't right now. I don't wear a lot of makeup. I usually go NAT-TUR-AL....but this is my make up after 13 hours...no foundation just eye shadow and mascara...well, what's left of it. My hair is always fucking frizzy like this. I know, such a homely looking broad, huh? It's mostly because I also go all NAT-TUR-AL with my hair too...rarely brush the shit and when I do I don't use hair products. Those years when girls were experimenting with their "image" I was a dread head. I showered daily and shaved my legs/armpits regularly, but I wasn't concerned with what I looked like. I put my locks in pigtails or a nice dreadcap. I never had much "style" and still don't. I'm listening to Deadmau5 Radio on Pandora...trying to block out the fact that I'm completely annoyed with my husband right now. 

We got into an argument over dog crates... He was trying to squeeze my Bully into a tiny crate because he's a cheap bastard. I've been doing all the research for this move. And for a flat faced dog on an international flight, you have to go with a crate size larger...don't believe me? Call Continental. So anyway, this prick decides to start an argument with me in PetCo and then tried to act like he was going to leave me and my dog there. I know this move is stressful, but I'm really fucking tired of arguing every time we talk about anything related to this move. Fuck you! Goodnight.