Waffling

Oh yes. I am sure that I am about to start my period, because I am pissed off at the world right now. Just try me. Go ahead - I fucking dare you. Wanna mess with a girl who is 20 days late for her period? I double dog fucking dare you.

And it is quite impossible for me to be pregnant - just as a side bar. Unless, of course, I am the Virgin Mary.

I discussed further with the ex this weekend about him possibly moving in as a roommate. I feel that he wants to be more, and I don't. The selfish part of me told him that he is more than welcome to rent a room in my house. I did. I actually told him that he could...I want help with the rent damn it! I can't help it! I am poor! I am weak! Give me a fucking break. However, after spending time with him this weekend, and noticing all the little habits that made me want to scream before he moved out the first time, I am thinking, well, I could have jumped the gun a bit.

Hey groceries aren't everything right? Who needs cable or internet. I am thinking...NOT ME! I could stand to lose a few pounds from lack of groceries. My mom would never let me starve! As long as I can have control of MY remote, and my household, I have won!!

Oh let me apologize to all you (two) readers who may think my "waffling" is a bore. Today, I might invite the ex to move back in - tomorrow, I might change my mind...Wednesday, I might just change my fucking mind again, and Thursday? Who knows!? I dont know what I am doing from one second to the next.

Right now? I just don't give a fuck.