Another day, another diaper...piss and shit everywhere...gotta luv the little buggers...fruits of thy loins, fruit of thy labour...so cute...and cuddly...especially when they are asleep. do I have time to ramble right now? no...I need to go wash my nasty hair...so greasy..and I keep touching it...which means that the more I touch, the more likely I am to pull it out...better get away from this idiot box and go wash what hair I have left in my head. The feeling tha surges through me when I get that urge is so bloody unbearable at times....no kidding...if it wasnt then I wouldnt...ugghh I hate being this way..if god exists and we are made in his image (assuming he is a guy, of course), what the fuck was he thinking when he made me this way? How is my "free will" so fucked up? Why cant I control my urges to pull my fucking hair out? i have to go wash my hair before my kids wake up and there isnt enough room in the bath tub.