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i am almost 30...
and i still have to deal with
the babybullshit of drama...

why?
seriously?
people don't have enough to do?

people are worrying about what i'm doing?
do i look destitute and stupid?
unkempt? unworthy of *something*?

seriously, i am about ready
to tell people
to blow it out their asses.

i must keep people up
all night long
since they worry about me...
and make up things.

i know this isn't the first time i've complained about these issues...
but why do they still follow me?!

i'm going to be 29. i'm married. i have a life, a family, things to do. i don't need this.

i am never vulgar, and this is not towards the bloggie world so I need to vent:

FUCK OFF, ASSHOLES!

love me,
the globetrotting gamine