well... i am a redneck woman

i am no taylor hicks or kelly clarkson...

the face of a child says a lot, especially the mouth part of the face

i haven't written in a while, but i am ready to start jotting down my thoughts again. i guess my depression phase and the post-depression-hard-partying phase is over. now, i am back to normal phase, well... as close to being normal as i can be...

nothing is that funny to me anymore, well, except this lady at work. she is a skinny woman, but i like calling her a fatso. i know it sounds awful, but it is really innocent and it makes my day. the other day she walked into my office, so i said... "shhh, don't say it, i know what you are going to say, but i just have been through a difficult relationship and i just am not emotionally ready... besides, you could stand to lose a few pounds." she usually takes my sense of humor really well, but sometimes she gets a bit emotional and once in a while i think i see a trickle of little tear drops coming down her face. but she usually denies it. its really kind of cute. its too bad she is married. i think she could have made a good wife. i really need someone who can take some verbal abuse without getting all psycho on me.

"no, its not the pants that makes your butt look big, it's your fat ass that makes your butt look big!" i like screaming that out loud whenever i am walking next to a girl. that way people will look at us like she actually asked me if her butt looks too big in her pants.