Before I kick this off, et me quickly interject that I lurves me some Kloe Kardashian Odom!
"Same somethin' 'bout my midsection and I'll cut you!" I feel ya, girl...word.
Yes, I talked mad crap about her marriage during its first week, but I LOVE how blunt she is! I mean, I’m capable of being hardcore bitchy and/or painfully blunt, so I dig her. She’s not evil…she’s the shit, lol!
Now…on to this rant…
I’m not an athlete. I’ve been rather physically active for a good portion of my life, and Lord knows I’ve done my share of walking my first year out in helLA. In fact, all that walking, and my flat feet, have brought to my life plantar fascitis and heel spurs. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY for THAT!
It was either a technical photo, or a pic of me crying.
So, I’m propped up in bed, sans pain killers for the time being, and The Husband calls and tells me that some stupid teens launched a damn rock at our car and dented it right above one of the headlights. WTF!?! What do I have to do to get a damn break, dude…what…
I feel helpless, not being able to move. Now our car has an additional boo-boo and for what? It’s all cow dung, dog it. (Yes, I know there’s curse words in here, and I’m trying not to curse, but it’s taking some time to fix the habit. Bite me.)
Tags: Agitation, I hate L.A.
