Life manages to find new and inventive ways to bug the everloving shit out of me, and I have had enough! It burns me up when someone is too busy to talk to you, but they can be posting their ass off on facebook when they are supposedly so busy. Cowboy the hell up and say I don't want to talk to you. Don't lie and say you're busy. Sheesh, thats adding the insult of intelligence to the injury of ignoring someone.
And just while we are at it, how about acting like an adult? I have been surrounded by people who seem to think they have reverted to the fifth grade in the past month. Is it your kid? Then be the freaking dad. Is it NOT your kid? Then decide if you want that responsibility or not. Then act accordingly. Don't want to work? Then QUIT for Christ sake. But if you show up, then is it too much to ask that you actually, you know...WORK? Oh and by the way, you're so vain, you probably think this post is about you! The modern version of the song. I know LOTS of people, and not everything I write has to do with you..or him..or her...or the other him. Believe me, enough goes on behind the scenes of Facebook, that the guilty party is usually very, very aware of a post directed at them.
And I personally would like to legalize removing the hands of a thief, with a dull axe. Sorry, but it irritated the HELL out of me when I finally got video evidence of it. I make $11 freaking bucks an hour to put up with vultures like you. Medicare covers 80% of my daughter's medical expenses. Lets look at dialysis. $45, 000.00 a month. NO, IT'S NOT A TYPO. That's fourty-five THOUSAND dollars a month. That leaves $9,000.00 that I am responsible for. Nine THOUSAND. At $11 an hour. And I DON'T FUCKING STEAL. But you are so hard up that you steal a $5 purse, and a $15 blowdryer??? Really?? I have a Louis Vuitton pack that you can have, because it isn't big enough. In better days, It cost me $750. And a hair dryer that is way better than the $15 piece of shit dryer you stole. I never use it, because I never have time anymore. I think I paid $60 for it. You could have it. If you need it, and I have it, I will GIVE the shit to you. But if you fucking STEAL it, all I wanna give you is an orange jumpsuit. Scumbag.
Oh yeah, and how about the I-don't-like-you-because-he/she-doesn't-like-you mentality. With the shit I deal with on a daily basis, do you think I have the time, energy, or patience for that? Are you fucking kidding me???? If I enjoy your company, for whatever reason, I will try to be friends. But you have stepped outside your fucking mind if you think I am going to beg. I'm grown, and I just don't need you that bad. And I just don't like you that much. Enjoy your fairweather friends. I save my energy for true friendship. And yes, after the past year-and-a-half, I do know what TRUE freinds are.
And at this point, don't even get me started on the bones in the salmon. I'm going to have a drink now. I'll think about it tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow is another day!
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