Fuck this

Something's gotta give.

Freeloaders.

I am here because I wanted to c/p the blog URL for a friend (welcome back, J!) and I started reading some of this stuff. This is all such fabulous stupidity. But I love it so!!

Here's a thought that has crossed my mind (a million times over the past handful of years). Maybe I have even blogged about it already. Who knows. I can't be bothered searching through the posts to find out (I really need to start labeling)...

I am a Democrat but, like many Democrats, have more than one shining Republican opinion/characteristic. Maybe I should say liberal/conservative? Whatthefuckever.

Here is the shining R/c characteristic I choose to share today: I HATE FREELOADERS. I have no problem with people who get assistance... NO problem... as long as they are legitimately and consistently trying to help themselves and to help better their specific situations. But if they are just sucking the rest of us dry whilst sitting on their entitled, lazy, waste-of-life asses, they should be chopped up and sold for parts.

At least then they'd be contributing.

Have a great day!

I'm still new to this, so...

SOMEONE please tell me... is it totally unreasonable to expect a 4.5-year-old to CALM the fuck DOWN when asked? For at LEAST one whole minute after said request was made?

a letter. to you.

dear people who know who they are (or worse, people who don't),

i do not have to explain, defend, or justify the choices i make in my life. not about work, not about breakfast, not about the color of my socks or the shows i watch(ed back when i could watch tv).

you don't like my choices? you don't have to! mind your own business (novel concept), make your own choices and keep your nosey, self-righteous, egocentric, indulgent ass out of my way. because all you're doing is pissing me off to the point where i have to purge about it and you know what? i don't have fucking time for this.

love ya! mean it!
k

OH MY FREAKIN' GOD....

I seriously cannot tolerate people right now.  Well, just certain people.... that happened to be related to me...by marriage (though some of the ones not related by marriage aren't winning points either... but another post for another day...) I get SO pissed off at people that have a history of heart disease and then are shocked and surprised when they end up BACK in the hospital with congestive heart failure when they have done NOTHING to keep this from happening.  Not liking vegetables or, you know, not walking around the fucking block WILL send you back to the hospital.  And seriously, how long will your employers continue to pay for your bad health choices.  WHILE we are at it, living with a woman that has missed more days at work than having attended due to flu and other ailments...and NOW is having to apply for medical leave in order to not have to resign, due to high blood pressure, borderline diabetes, and numerous other health issues (obesity included) is all well and good...but take a hint.  It is not because jobs are too stressful, it is because you CHOOSE to eat poorly and CHOOSE not to walk or get ANY exercise, so take a fucking hint and MOVE YOUR ASS!  sigh.
AND ANOTHER THING, getting knocked up by a 34 year old when you are 20 and he wants nothing to do with you, IS NOT A TEST FROM GOD....IT IS STUPIDITY IN DECISION MAKING.  Saying that this is an ACTUAL pregnancy and not some desperate attempt to convince said boy (cause that IS what he is) to love you and take care of you, you NEED to fucking see a doctor.  You NEED to fucking file for Medicaid.  You NEED to fucking figure out what the hell you are going to do.  Since apparently college is too difficult, as you have flunked out 2 times in as many years.   One hopes that he Dollar General sees fit to keep you on.  And no, going to work when you feel like shit is no fun, but you get ZERO sympathy from me.   And again, this is not God testing you, so stop blaming a higher power for your idiocy.
Now, to concentrate on my blood pressure coming back down from the stress of this week.

Gun. Head.

So because I am resourceful (and fairly technologically savvy), I know who reads this blog. I know who, how, when, where, and I can probably guess why. And while it's embarrassing to be throwing f-bombs around when not everyone is the f-bomb-throwing-type (a big "sorry" specifically to my/D's families), I must remind myself that this is my space to barf out all this hatred and anger and aggression so that I don't let it get out in my house, around my family, around my friends. Uhh. I'm not always successful at that last part, but believe it or not, I do try.

So if you are a reader and you don't like what you see, I would suggest you stop reading. I know, I know... it's like a train wreck and you can't help but look. But then realize that you are electing to wade in my shit... I'm not forcing you here.

You'll find me here on the bad days. I am very lucky in that this blog doesn't illustrate the overriding theme of my life... I have a great life. No one better than the three people who live here with me. No one! I am humbled by the thought of them every day.

But I still get all in my head and make myself berserk every once in a while. I am the type-A, high stress, anxious type, yes. I have good days and bad days like everyone else (well... like the honest people who can admit that life isn't always sunshine and rainbows). And this is the place I go on the bad days, when the monster needs to breathe.  Thankfully it's not too often. And the rest of the time I am talking to myself in my "happy place" (a very select few know what I mean).

You can call me what you want, but I'm a realist. Life could be worse-- YES! So ridiculously worse. But sometimes I hold pity parties and at those pity parties I obsessively think about how much "better" life can be. Not perfect... just perfect to me.

This week's been rough. It has reminded me that I have a lot of self-improvement to work on this year. I have a lot of getting over myself to do. That's my business. Why don't you work a little on getting over yourself too? Last I heard, no one is perfect.