To the person who's words are keeping me up at 2 AM:

FUCK YOU!

You don't invite me to your child's birthday party (a child who I have known and loved since before they were born), you send me pictures of said party and then two weeks later have the gall to ask me to babysit.

Really?!

Give me a break.  The only communication we have really had in the past 9 months has been via email, text or Facebook; and even then it is sparse.  You don't happen to get my texts or voicemails until days, if not weeks after I leave/send them.  I invite you to every event we have, but you never come.  You always have some excuse.  No matter how valid they are, they are getting old.  You don't tell me what is going on in your life, and then get exasperated with me when you talk about some big thing that has happened and I tell you I didn't know that was happening.

Get your head out of your ass!  It is not all about you.  You can be as busy as you want, but it doesn't mean that I have to continually put up with your excuses.  I am fucking tired of being understanding.  It stops now.  It stops with your most recent "poor little me" stunt. 

Get a life.

Actually, get back to your old life.  The one you had before you were so self-important.

Damien - Spawn of Satan

Fucking hate my job!  I played hooky yesterday to avoid the dragon-lady that is by new boss.  She is rude, mean, conniving, two-faced and completely insecure.  But obviously she hides her insecurities by being a bitch to everyone around her.

She is pregnant and all I can think that she is going to give birth to a demon child.  A woman like her should not breed.

Every day I search for a new job and pray that when I finally do leave, I have the guts to tell her what a heinous cow I thin she is.

Parade of exes

What is it about February that makes me think about my exes?  I have been with my husband for a few years, and I would never, ever, ever give him up.  But every year around this time, I start thinking about former boyfriends and lovers.  I think about the good times/sex we had, the way they pissed me off, how I broke up with them or how they forced me to break up with them (you know what I am talking about), what I would say/do if I ran into them again, etc.  That is what I really think about: running into my exes.  Doesn't everybody?

Sometimes I fantasize about running into a certain couple of them.  Sometimes I am pregnant; sometimes I already have the most adorable baby and they wonder what our children would have looked like; sometimes my wedding ring is bigger than it really is; I have a better car; I have a better job; I have a better body; I have a better life.  But never, do I have a better husband.

While I wish my husband had a bit more money and more hair, I wouldn't want to run into any of my exes with anybody else.

Not a very evil post.  I'll sharpen the horns.

I try, I really try!

Honestly, I really try hard not to be a fatist.  But when is comes the moderately obese, that I do not personally know, it can be hard.  Especially when that person kind of makes me throw up in my mouth during my dinner.  The real reason for my vomitus moment was not the woman just being fat.  It was that she was so fat that she did not realize that the back of her shirt was hiked up around several rolls of back fat, all the way up to her bra line.  Her entire, volumunous back was exposed the whole restaurant.  It was a lot of back fat.

Now if I was at the beach or a swimming pool or somewhere else where it would be appropriate for me to see her back fat in the flesh, then I wouldn't have gotten sick.  But I was visually assulted and couldn't help it.

The nice girl in me wanted to walk up to her and quietly & discreetly point the wardrobe malfunction out.

The evil girl in only pointed it out to my husband, who in turn threw up a bit in his mouth as well.

Hey Ginger-wannabe-Rock-God who lives on my street!

Growing you hair past your elbows and wearing a black Megadeath T-shirt to conceal your beer belly, that is usually hidden behind your bass guitar (or so you think), will not make you look like or play like Dave Mustaine! 

GET OVER YOURSELF?!

And why would you want to look like him anyway?  Ewww. 

Please get a haircut, a real job and a clue.  This way you will stop visually assaulting the people that live around you.

As of late...

I have been so pissed off with having to deal with so many stupid people at work lately, that all I really want to say to them is:

"You're an idiot and will never realize how stupid you are.  Everybody with half a brain knows that you are colossal jack-ass and I want to rip your fucking head off and then pee on it."

But I don't. 

I smile and take another Xanax and count the minutes to Happy Hour.

And then I blog about it.

I hate Costco shoppers

Any time my husband suggests we go to Costco, I feel the need to take a large shit.  I hate going to that place.  I don't give a shit how cheap the bulk discounts are, it is not enough for me to put up with the twat-heads that walk around that place, on their cell phones, with 15 children, paying no regard to where they are going and love to leave carts in the middle of the fucking aisle.

And don't get me started on the parking lot.  I swear every Costco parking lot in America was designed by an 80-year-old, blind, North Korean woman.  They are beyond ridiculous!!  And if a person is an idiot with a cart, they are an imbecile with their cars.  The cops should stake those parking lots out in order to give every other driver a ticket for driving while talking on their cell phone.

Stupid fucking people!

Of course I had to go there today and it put me and my husband in a bad mood.  Think I am going to drink my anger away before the Superbowl starts.  Who's with me?