Week in a nutshell...

Let me first say thanks for all of the encouraging words this past week. I had a pretty rough week for no apparent reason...I guess it was just my turn. There were a few bright spots so I'll focus on those before I go into why I actually punched a table today...yes, you heard me right.

Good Points:

• Seeing Michael's face when he opened up the tickets to the midnight showing of the new Star Wars. I hate to sound like Mastercard here, but it was fucking priceless.
• Michael's birthday going off without a hitch
• Frozen yogurt cake
• Michael's new cologne....ohmygodifyousmelledhimyouwouldwanttolickhim
• Seeing Revenge of the Sith with Michael
• Tasting my first Popable....omg...it's almost as good as the cologne, na...it's not.
• Buying two new perfumes with my birthday money
• Not getting a sunburn this week...yay me
• Discovering my cell phone has blackjack on it...who knew...I thought cell phones were for emergencies
• The season finale of Gilmore Girls...don't make fun...I live for this...and baseball too
• Blockbuster insists that I have already turned my Super Mario Party 6 in...even though I didn't. Should I keep it? This is definitely a moral dilemma for me...

I probably shouldn't be writing about the bad points, but perhaps it will be therapeutic:

Bad Points:

• Michael is never home because he has to work a second job to afford Sam
• Michael's regular job is filled with stupid fucking dill holes and I hate them for being such shit fucks
• I started my period and this time it was accompanied with a hefty dose of PMS...even I noticed what a whiny, needy, bitch I was being
• My birth control pills cost more than my trip to the grocery store...what the fuck is up with that?
• I didn't blog at all...I was too depressed
• Sam won't get off his ass and help himself. He whines and cries all day long about how he wants to move back to the land of shitholes.
• I had to go over to mom's house for Janie's birthday...that wasn't so bad, but the five hours of heavy smoke made me want to ralph...ugh...
• I still am not losing any weight
• I screamed at Sam today and punched the table. He made me so mad. I don't understand why he wants to give up before he's even tried. He hasn't tried. I don't yell and hit things...so my anger paid off. It scared the shit out of him and he went right to work on applying for better jobs and cleaning his room. A lesser Nina would have told him to pack up and go home. I just want him to succeed...I know he can...he just needs to put forth some effort.

...o.k. it's not therapeutic...it's depressing....I'm stopping now. Hopefully, I'll be back to my regular blogging self from now on. Again, thanks for all of the encouraging words...they were much needed and appreciated.:)