Understanding me is a losing battle! I confuse my own damn self and yet...it all makes perfect sense to me ...probably why Ill be single til Im 99! On Monday I love you and never wanna lose you , Tuesday you burped or farted and annoyed me and became unattractive , Wednesday you stole a jelly belly jelly bean when I wasnt looking and Im ready to stab you with a spork, Thursday I miss the hell outta you and need you back in my life and would probably marry you if you stopped by the Justice (see example hubbies 1&2 from my past), Friday I saw some big, tatted, bearded dude walking by and and he caught my eye, Saturday Ive deleted your number and am texting with big, tatted, bearded dude without so much as a goodbye nukka *DEUCES* to you ...Sunday, I don't wanna be bothered ever again in life and want to move away and live in a bunker. Welcome to the mind and heart of Lisa. To know me is to either love the hell outta me or want to punch me in the throat with brass knuckles. Sometimes both on the same day.
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