urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bobingdaling bobingdaling bobingdaling 2008-04-14T23:41:16Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bobingdaling:1205 2008-04-14T23:41:16Z 2008-04-14T23:41:16Z I have no idea. Nope. <br /><br /><br />I feel bloated. Like, really bloated. <br /><br />You WILL NOT believe what has happened to me. Like, seriously. I had this scratch or something on my hand and APPARENTLY it got infected and idk I wasn't really listening to anything the doctor was saying but all of a sudden BAM I had to get freaking heart surgery. I KNOW, RIGHT?? <br /><br />I have this HUGE scar all the way down from like that little dip in your collar bone at the base of your neck to my sternum and idk up high on my rib cage. <br /><br />Idk. I had to have Beckie watch over Jacob while I was sick. Because...of course, while I was practically dying dear old boyfriend of four years decides to cheat on me. <br /><br />OKAY. I KNOW BOBBY! I'm way too skinny. I know that. I know that I have crazy curly hair that won't be straightend by anything. I know that I'm not really that smart. It's hard to fucking graduate highschool when you get knocked up, buddy. <br /><br />Whatever. <br /><br />The good news:: <br /><br />I HAVE A DOG NOW!!! A beautiful little puppy. I love him &lt;3 so much haha.&nbsp; <a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/bobingdaling/pic/00001ct8/"><img height="240" alt="" width="319" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bobingdaling/pic/00001ct8/s320x240" /></a><br />Isn't he just adorable?! You can hold him literally in the palm of your hand. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bobingdaling:849 2008-04-14T23:26:36Z 2008-04-14T23:26:36Z I was just wondering as to why every man in New York City has to be perverted? I mean, really. <br /><br />Today, I was just standing in the coffee line at this little shop. Seeing as how us New Yorkers are very against large establishments, I was trying a new little coffee store next to Becky's building and it was actually pretty nice. <br /><br />BUT! Just as I was about to order my chocolate mochiato, this guy behind me kind of leans forward and presses his front to my back and GRABS MY ASS. Like, hello?? Did you not notice the 3-year old on my goddamn hip jackass??<br /><br />Anyhow...Jacob asked me later when I got home why I was so angry when we left and, like, he's three. What the fuck was I supposed to tell him? <br /><br />So I was like, "Well, Jakie, mommy was angry because the man behind her was being rude" and left it at that. <br /><br />That's really all that happened.