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Hello again...

Today, while I was decorating my cakes, my leg fell asleep.  It would not come back.  I went home because I was so scared.  I had to sit down for a few hours.  It's doing what it did like 3 years ago during my last relapse.  I hope this is just because I was in the heat last Sunday and got over heated.

Pray for me :)

Justine and I were talking about tattoos again, and losers, and losers with tattoos, and all those subjects again as we often do.  I had to mention how tribal's mom had a tat of a mosquito smoking pot.  She laughed so hard, it was hilarious.  She said "wow, it's a good thing you got out of that relationship, huh?!?"

Hehehe.  I said "yeah, I can't get over dumb-ass tattoos like that!"

And I was thinking about that after.  How I immediately judge people based on stuff like that.  I didn't like his mom, well, mainly for the drug problem resulting in almost killing her son, and her stripper activity, and allowing a man to beat her children.  Ha.

But really.  Was I wrong for judging her?  Or the whole fucked-up family?  No.  I have high standards.  She agreed with me.

Then I told the story of how first boyfriend's mom was showing me all her tattoos the first time we met.  I was so disturbed by this also.  I don't know if it tops a pot-smoking mosquito, but, it's still up there on the Fucked-Up Meter.

Yes.  That is a real thing.  FUM.

Jaime's FUM.

Man.  Once I'm thin, I'll find normal boyfriends.  None of these tattoo having, druggy background, stripper-mom type of boyfriends.  A nice guy.  A truthful man.  One with minimal tattoos if he must.  One with a mom that makes me feel comfortable.  Preferably a man with only brothers and not sisters.  Those are the worst.  Pffft.  And a man that rides bicycles I think.  They look nice.  Yum yum.

Anyways.

I am off to sleep and hope that the feeling in my leg comes back and does not keep ascending to my crotch again.  Cross your fingers :)

Love always,

Jaime Lee
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