So much drama for your mama going on right now. I hate stress; I swear it’s making me break out. Yuck. So, for your reading (un)enjoyment, here is the low down ho down of what’s been going on with the Briester:I’m back to the freaking feeding tube again. For reals lost a lot of weight, I guess. I saw my dietician, H, yesterday and she was kind of having a mini freak-out about how I looked; I haven’t been to see her in 2 months (I know) (my bad) and she was shocked. I can’t do more than 3 cans of Jevity a night until I get my lab work done because of the re-feeding phenomenon. Seriously, so weird. Who knew your heart could stop beating when you start giving it a butt load ‘o nutrients again? You’d think it’d be happy. Huh. So I’m plugging along, again, which is soooooooo awesome, and I don’t think I even mean that sarcastically.
What else? Nothing. My life is a barren wasteland of a corporate job bowing to The Man. I am a domestic/fertility/corporate/brunette goddess. I guess that’s the one plus I have going on in my life. I continue to thoroughly enjoy my haircut. Lil C is still my best bud, except yesterday we got in a fight and I bought him a fire truck to make it up to him. I guess I’m the adult or whatever, so I’m supposed to be mature. I need to immediately comprar this, and when I do, I know that my life will be complete. I already own it in white and red. I need its twinner.
That’s all, homies. LOVE YOU!!!!!
Holy oh my moly this post was all over the place. Whaaaaaat is up with that? Whateva.
