Random Thoughts

There is not a whole lot new right now other than my pregnancy. I'm already on my second trimester and even time ticks by fast while being pregnant. It is a wonderful feeling that women usually say it is to be pregnant. I have a reason to be happy. Besides that though, I'm still sick of the life I have to deal with. Still fed up. Because of some things coming up, I'm not going to spend as much time on a job hunt this week but will get back into it.
Surprise surprise more judgement coming my way: harassment over the fact that I drink. Of course I'm not drinking while pregnant. I don't even know who is judging me right now or where or why it is coming from. It is obviously coming from desperate ppl who want to trash talk my name. More than half the stuff I barely read over. It is mostly glancing or skimming through. I have been sick of the desperation in so many ways. I still remain unchallenged by what people say or think about me. They can just shove it. A lot of Britney Spears songs match what I think and most of the time, people won't get a piece of me anyway. I'm sick of how endless and desperate people are to keep vulturing over me and wanting to take advantage.

I think Dane may be giving me a catcall. It isn't that I am out of touch with the side of me that is lenient and giving in. I could easily say "awe, how sweet." Actually, it wouldn't be easy at all. I'm still too fed up and mad at the things he has already said and done. Fed up with his games. Fed up with his domination games. Fed up with how he plays the game and has already been a sore loser with his verbal and sexual abuse. No grace or forgiveness. I'm going to have to haul and heeve on my single aloneness. He did make effort. I don't want to try to work anything out. I don't want it to work out at all with the way he has been. It is an insult for him to think I would be naive like that. With some sexual harassment and abuse, I still want him and people who make the same actions dead as well. Fucked up, crackhead, desperate judgement and desperate attempts to make me feel insecure.
If he isn't giving me a catcall than "I must not be winning," because only a schiz would be delusional or put words in Dane's mouth.

~Diamonds are a girl's best friend~