The past little while I have been soo stressed out that I was beginning to scare myself... Example of this was a couple weeks ago at work a couple of my volunteers decided they wanted to get married and use our space.. GREAT, I was sooo excited, and was getting everything ready.. until everyone started to complain and I started to snap.. The night this was held we were also having our community potluck! Great!! lots of people are going to be there for this happy occasion!! Well as the Bride(man) and the Groom (woman) arrived a couple of the seniors attending the potluck decided it was time to go outside for a smoke.. 10-15 min later I see MUDDY FOOT PRINTS GOING ALL THE WAY THROUGH THE CENTRE!!! I followed the tracks, and where they stopped (by the food) I proceeded to yell "IF I FIND OUT WHO IS WEARING THEIR FUCKING SHOES I AM GOING TO BREAK THEIR FUCKING LEGS!!!" I turn to the side and there is this little old lady with the muddy shoes... (side not found out the other day its my boss's mom HAHA!) I went storming back out front and enjoyed seeing the walk down the centre (with lack of mud cause you know I made that bitch mop it up)
Anywho.. little things like this have been setting me off on a rampage! I like LoJo feel my hormones are starting to tell me something is up.. so I went to seek some help!!
There is this local woman that sells herbs, roots, leaves, anything you can think of.. that is supposed to help with any problem you may have! So I made my appointment and went to see this modern day witch doctor.. after an hour and a half of talking (which was hell cause it was all about me BLA!!!) We had determined I needed to loose some weight and probably stop being such a crazy bitch (even though I fuck so good Im on top of it *if you dont know the song I hate you*) She runs upstairs to her herb room and comes down with a crate of goodies... next thing you know I have the worst smelling bag of what looks and smells like the twigs you have to cut out of a pets ass that have melded with its shit..
and a green bag which looks like weed,
and some bark.. I pay the lady my $100 and I am on my way!
Well she did warn me that this stuff would probably make me worse before it did get better, so when I got home I warned Matt (yeah, we live together now YAY!) that I may be a little crazy and emo for the next few days.. I feel sorry for him.. I have been up and down and taking it out on him more than anyone else!
That night I brewed up some root and downed it like a kid downs nasty ass medicine, and was out like a light! The next morning I wake up to the alarm at 5:00am (He works hella early) and as Matt gets up to shower roll over and attempt to go back to sleep.. Matt comes back into the room after his shower and crawls back into bed snuggles up for the 10 extra mins he has before he misses his bus.. kisses me on the back of the neck and says "I love you"
In my groggy state, I lift my face out of his pillow that I stole as soon as he left the bed and said I love you back.. He pauses for a second and says no you dont.. Thats just your tea talking..
I thought to myself WTF.. I rolled over and said "what?"
He says "you only hate me because the tea is making you crazy!"
Apparently I didnt say love.. I said Hate..
Im going to stick with my answer that he just heard me wrong but you never know.. I was seeing things the other day at work.. THIS SHIT IS GREAT!!!!!
