Buongiorno, journal and soup du jour...
...and how are you doing today?
I'm fine thank you. My house could use a good cleaning so I'm going to suck some more coffee and get to work. I can't expect anyone else to do it because now the mess is ALLLLLL mine. Most of what I have to do has to do with laundry and that's one of my worst things. I'd rather do dishes all day long than do laundry.
My best friend loves to do laundry. I wish she were here now, I'd let her have some serious fun. I have a bunch of stuff that needs to be dry-cleaned but the last time I dropped a few things off it ended up costing me very close to 40 bucks. That's insane. I keep the stuff that needs to be dry-cleaned in a mesh bag until I go to the cleaners. That stupid mesh bag is stretching more and more all the time. It'll be a hundred bucks by the time I take it in. I don't know what in the heck "dry-cleaning" is...but whatever it is, it must be dangerous because nothing else would justify charging so much.
Damn it, I just spaced. I caught myself staring off into space. I'm back now.
Ooh! I see raisins. BRB.
Mmh mmh good!
I'm looking around at the mess and it makes me think, "It's a nice day, maybe I should go for a ride with Payton. Maybe to the battlefield, maybe to the dog park." But then I think of coming home and finding the mess still here. That would annoy me so I guess I'll just go ahead and do it now. Crap.
Did I tell you that my nit wit ex has been calling me lately? I mentioned the time he thought that I was my sister. He called again last night and I answered the phone thusly:
"ARE YOU NUTS?!"
And then I immediately hung up. I can't believe this kook believes that he is in any position to counsel me regarding anything at all. If I didn't know better, I'd say that he had a lot of balls to be calling me.
Even IF his life wasn't a mess, an ex-husband has no place speaking to an ex-wife unless they've remained friends all along. Ever since Mark married the child, he hasn't been allowed to have a relationship with me that wasn't of a derogatory nature. I kept think that this chick would grow up but she's never had to so she's still just as immature as she ever was. And when your her age, immaturity comes out as being an asshole. Not to mention the fact that she's a drunk/addict...that alone would stop any mental or emotional growth. They deserve each other.
Since Mark hasn't spoken to me about anything positive in decades, he has no business whatsoever calling me to discuss any problems that he think's MIGHT exist. I heard his rant when he thought that I was my sister. If he believes everything he said, he's dumber than I thought.
Oh well, I guess he'll pay more attention to his own life someday...maybe in 30 or 40 years when he can't remember who the hell I am.
:)
...and how are you doing today?
I'm fine thank you. My house could use a good cleaning so I'm going to suck some more coffee and get to work. I can't expect anyone else to do it because now the mess is ALLLLLL mine. Most of what I have to do has to do with laundry and that's one of my worst things. I'd rather do dishes all day long than do laundry.
My best friend loves to do laundry. I wish she were here now, I'd let her have some serious fun. I have a bunch of stuff that needs to be dry-cleaned but the last time I dropped a few things off it ended up costing me very close to 40 bucks. That's insane. I keep the stuff that needs to be dry-cleaned in a mesh bag until I go to the cleaners. That stupid mesh bag is stretching more and more all the time. It'll be a hundred bucks by the time I take it in. I don't know what in the heck "dry-cleaning" is...but whatever it is, it must be dangerous because nothing else would justify charging so much.
Damn it, I just spaced. I caught myself staring off into space. I'm back now.
Ooh! I see raisins. BRB.
Mmh mmh good!
I'm looking around at the mess and it makes me think, "It's a nice day, maybe I should go for a ride with Payton. Maybe to the battlefield, maybe to the dog park." But then I think of coming home and finding the mess still here. That would annoy me so I guess I'll just go ahead and do it now. Crap.
Did I tell you that my nit wit ex has been calling me lately? I mentioned the time he thought that I was my sister. He called again last night and I answered the phone thusly:
"ARE YOU NUTS?!"
And then I immediately hung up. I can't believe this kook believes that he is in any position to counsel me regarding anything at all. If I didn't know better, I'd say that he had a lot of balls to be calling me.
Even IF his life wasn't a mess, an ex-husband has no place speaking to an ex-wife unless they've remained friends all along. Ever since Mark married the child, he hasn't been allowed to have a relationship with me that wasn't of a derogatory nature. I kept think that this chick would grow up but she's never had to so she's still just as immature as she ever was. And when your her age, immaturity comes out as being an asshole. Not to mention the fact that she's a drunk/addict...that alone would stop any mental or emotional growth. They deserve each other.
Since Mark hasn't spoken to me about anything positive in decades, he has no business whatsoever calling me to discuss any problems that he think's MIGHT exist. I heard his rant when he thought that I was my sister. If he believes everything he said, he's dumber than I thought.
Oh well, I guess he'll pay more attention to his own life someday...maybe in 30 or 40 years when he can't remember who the hell I am.
:)
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