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Okay, you don't all suck. and filled out my poll. I guess I assumed that I would receive some sort of email notification when someone filled it out but apparently that's not the case.
I'm an idiot. I'm failing the Internet.
I'm going to go sit over there. –>

By the by, , how are you doing? How's the sprog? Just curious…hadn't heard from you in awhile.

My baby smells bad and needs to take a nap.

I'm sick of my diet.

My insurance only covered $1.37 of my birth control pills. But you know what it does cover in full? Abortions. You know what else it covers in full? Prenatal and childbirth care. Now, that's all well and good but wouldn't it be cheaper for them to go ahead and cover the population-growth prevention methods?
whatever. I don't care. I'm an English major. I'll just sit over here and conjugate verbs or some shit.

Did you like how I spelled chunk in that last entry?

Also, you guys suck, none of you took my poll that I spent, like, 2 minutes on.

I ended up being able to go to Sonic Youth last night. It was pretty fun. We got there a little late but the band ended up playing for almost two hours. They did 3 or 4 encores. For a free concert you really can't bitch. I saw a ton of people that I knew there.
Another cool thing was how many people brought their kids. I was wishing that the baby could have come but it probably wouldn't have been the best time for him.
One person who wasn't there was Paco. I called him to see if he was going but he said, “No, tonight's bowling night.”

Dood. Free Sonic Youth concert on a beautiful night : your weekly bowling league night with all those dorky people and spending money that you don't have on crap beer. Come on. Even if you don't like Sonic Youth is it really a contest?
Whatever. Die a yinzer. See if I care.
Anyway.
I have some errands to run today: go to the bank, go to Eckerd, buy feminine hygiene products, refill BCP prescription, maybe buy some detergent.
I had to finish up laundry this morning so that took up a big chunck of time. Then I had to argue with the boyfriend about what our roles will be when I start working. He's half-right when he thinks that we're just going to reverse duties. However, I'm not sure what he thinks I do all day while he's at work. I think he's looking forward to long days of computer shite and video games and occasionally throwing a crust of bread towards the baby. Wrong. While it is true that I do my fair share of computer nonsense (hence this journal), if I come home to find the baby in hysterics, dishes piled up in the sink and the laundry getting up and walking out the door by itself while the boyfriend wastes electricity on the PS2, I will go on a murderous rampage the likes of which have never been seen before.
Today's lesson: Don't work to be a cliche. It makes you look fat.

About half the people on my friends list have posted about the strange dreams that they had last night. I feel left out. Last night's dreams were not noteworthy. However, the other night I had a pretty funny dream where I was on the Real World and beat up one of my housemates.

Oh my gosh, what's that? Why, it looks like yet another pile of laundry!

grumble.

Sonic Youth is playing a free show at the Three Rivers Arts Festival tonight at 7:30. My mom is going out to Oakmont to visit my grandparents and I just know that she won't be home by then. I can't exactly take the baby…too loud and he's not 100% yet.

argh, I say. argh.

yet another idea stolen from

To the boyfriend and and whoever else reading this journal who is a daddy.

Speaking of the boyfriend, the baby (whose health is vastly improved) and I woke up our main man early this morning, eager to give him his presents.
The baby gave him the book Techno Rebels. I gave him books also; The Accidental Theorist by Paul Krugman and the Cornel West Reader…sort of like Cornel West's Greatest Hits.
He really liked them. He actually started reading Techno Rebels right away. I think he's halfway through it already. What a dork.

I'm wearing this sundress that I wore when I was pregnant. It looks pretty funny on me now. Mumu-ish. Perhaps I should put on my babushka and start making meatballs or some shit.

The baby fell asleep in my mom's bed and now freaks out when I try to move him. I won't be able to sleep if he's not in his crib. I'll be worried.
I think he's definitely getting better, though. We were hanging out in my room for awhile and he started throwing CDs around…just like his old self! That's encouraging. Only drawback is that I may have to buy the boyfriend new copies of the Congos and the Grand Theft Auto: Vice City OST. oops.

You know something? I am really tired.

Another day, another bucket of puke. My dear little boy is still sick. He slept in this morning, which was good. When he woke up he was acting kind of “meh,” I gave him his medicine, some Pedialyte, and a few bites of bread. He was lying around on the living room floor just sort of staring at me. I picked him up, he hurled all over me (I'm his favorite). I also noticed that his mouth was kind of dry and that his feet and hands were looking a little discolored…not good. We took him back to the doctor's and he did that really annoying thing where you're sure that there's something seriously wrong with him but by the time you get to the doctor he's acting completely fine, thereby making you look insane. Nice run-on sentence, Kelly. Anyway, they checked him over again and said that he's just got a bad case of strep and whatnot. He's been sleeping for about three hours now. I wish he was feeling okay so we could take a walk. It's an alright day outside.

re: last night's drama post. I just wanted to tell the newcomers to the World of Kdiddy, namely , , and , that things aren't normally that eighth-grade. You know, just in case you were worried that your new LJ friend is a total assmonkey. I'm not.

k.

Alright, I really have to do some laundry. I think I have about ten shirts with dried up crusty puke on them.

Well, the rest of the day sort of went by in a blur. The baby is more himself but definitely still sick. The good news is that we've gone a whole 12 hours without puking. This is good.
However, there is one thing that I must share with you, my loyal readers. You may remember a few days ago I posted a question asking about the proper etiquette when a friend's psycho ex-girlfriend expressed her apparent desire to spill her guts to me. And you may or may not also know that I am a member of the newest Internet craze, Friendster. A few days ago, posted this testimonial on my Friendster page:

“i made out with kelly on her graduation day. wow this girl is hott. jwan watched, but he didn't see ALL the action that happened that night. girl, you need to call me.”

Now, Miss Cara and I did share a drunken smooch that evening but there was no tongue and all of this was done in jest. Also, Jwan's role was minimal. He cheered and so forth, but the kiss wasn't for him. Cara's testimonial, for those of you who are missing several lobes in your brains, is dripping with exaggeration.
Sadly, the aforementioned lobe-deficient psycho ex-girlfriend got all “Days of Our Lives” on me and sent me this email this afternoon:

“i'm really glad i did not come to your graduation party, although i'm glad
jwan finally got what he wants from you. since i am monogamous while “in a
relationship”, i guess i could never fulfill his needs the way you do. did
you let the baby watch too?”

…I'm just going to give you a few extra moments so that you can read it again…

Okay?
My initial reaction was to check the to and from fields of the email because I was sure there was some mistake. Then the source of the gal's angst dawned on me….

Then I laughed harder than I have in ages. Unfortunately, those of you who don't personally know the parties involved can never really understand how funny this whole scenario is and on how many different levels. I really can't put it into words, but I'll just say it's really fucking funny. However, I do get a twinge of rage when I read the “did you let the baby watch?” part, since I think bringing people's children/parenting skills into a love argument is really fucked up.

I haven't replied to her yet because a) it might be cooler not to, and of course, my main priority in this situation is to emerge not looking like a jackass b) I haven't thought of the perfect scathing comeback…I might shoot for sensitive but with an air of condescension and c) I was taking care of my sick toddler all day you immature head-in-your-ass fucktard.

I think I should also point out that the ex is 28 and I am 24…way too old for this kind of crap, right? That's what I thought. And who knew Friendster was powerful enough to start such a shitstorm? They need to put this in their Hall of Fame or something.

Alright, I'm going to tool around some more and then veg out. I'm beat.