i am cranky
down right
mean
cranky
i don't like people
they bug me
i don't want to work
it bugs me
i don't want to eat
i'm fat
i don't want to do anything
i
want
out
of this mood
i want
to enjoy my life
whatever that means
i hate
hate
hate
hate
dirty clothes
and dirty kids
and obsolete husbands
and making dinner
and paying bills
or more like not paying bills
too tired of my life
as is
sometimes the real me, wakes
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Reviewed by Carissa Brookens (Reader)
Reviewed on December 18, 2002
no matter what kind of mood you are in, your true friend will love you anyhow.
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(Charlestown, Rhode Island) - Welcome to AILEEN’S GUESTHOUSE where locals and lodgers have more in common than first meets the eye. And, there's plenty of blame to go around.
Kimberly has gone from a well-paid female executive one minute to a desperate woman the next. Thinking her day can't possibly get any worse, she finds out how wrong she is when she goes home. The only way to set things straight is to get even.
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