To stop myself from complaining (again) about how crazy busy and ridiculous my life is and how whenever I try to get out of the house one of the children poops or takes their shoes off or runs away from me when I’m trying to put their jacket on or refuses to let me brush their teeth or their hair or spills my coffee and causes me to almost cry, I thought it was time for me to post another of ‘Jaime’s embarrassing journal entries about boys she loved and also how much she wanted to get her period.’
I’ve really got to shorten that title.
It’s either this or I also complain about how my husband’s new job causes him to work late so I don’t get to go to the gym and GET OUT OF THE DAMN HOUSE BY MYSELF , and also allows him to eat in fancypants restaurants WITHOUT ME and also without having to pick up food off the floor that someone has thrown down there to show that they are finished and want to be out of their high chair rightthisverysecond.
5-18-93 (almost 12 years old)
Life is so weird. I can’t explain the feelings inside me. I feel like I love Napoleon & Jag. I’m really not sure. I also think I like Beacon.
Napoleon is cute & nice. He’s really sweet. He also doesn’t like me. It’s the same with Jag. Only I don’t really know if he likes me or not.
Beacon, I can’t really tell. He’s cute, & he looks good without his shirt. Beacon can be very mean & snotty sometimes, but I think thats what makes me like him. (WISE BEYOND MY YEARS.) He might like me but I don’t know.
You wouldn’t believe the stories I come up with (They’re all in my head though). They are really perverted. Well some of them. Most of them just have kissing though. I’ve never been kissed. I might get my turn soon though. Sasha’s having a party & we might play spin the bottle. I doubt if anyone will want to kiss me though.
Everything I write about in this journal is depressing. Nachelle is really starting to get on my nerves. She keeps flirting with every guy & she doesn’t even talk to me.