I just cannot do it.....
This optimistic shit is so not worth my time anymore. I swear, I spend more time fighting with my own mind then I do anything else. By time one of my many personalities wins, I wasted a majority of my time and energy. It's exhausting when your personalities have a wrestling match inside your head.........
Hubby's work......Sucks!! I absolutely despise this company and everything it represents. I hate them, I hate them, I hate them. His managers are in no doubt, the most dumb witted, retarded, stupid...stupid...stupid fart sniffers I have ever met. I'm going to drop kick their ass by kicking them in their shriveled up hairy, wart infested testicles. Freaking Rat Bastards......If I lived less then 6 hours away from them I would key their cars and use grass killer to write "I smell like Poo" in their lawns. I quite possibly would throw balloons filled with hot pink paint at their houses too. And then I would kick them in their shriveled up hairy, wart infested testicles again. Just for shits and giggles.
My daughter, as much as I love and adore and cherish this child that I housed for 9 months in my body, is driving me whacko. The whining, the disobeying, the mouth. That mouth! If I was certain that soap didn't make her go blind like the kid in the "Christmas Story" I would shove a bar of Lava in her face hole until she turned 18yrs old. I'm losing it people.....I'm losing it!!!!
The dogs! The ones who run outside and find the most mud to step in and then come prancing their sorry little asses back up to the door with "Mud Shoes" on. And then they kick at me when I am scooping the mud off their feet. They find this fun. Their stupid tails are wagging, Scooby bites at me thinking we're playing, and Vamp sits on her two back paws so I can't get at them. My neighbors must think I am nuts, because I spit, cuss, spank and yell at these two butt holes all damn day and night. I am going to bust out the shock collars and start electrocuting their asses if they don't straighten up.
Target! More like the inbreds that shop at Target. Seriously, I can't even speak about it without a vein sticking out of my head, heart palpitations, visual heartbeat in my neck and my eye twitching. They are "whack!"
And if someone doesn't invent a self cleaning house soon, I will burn this home to the ground. I'm not kidding.......burn baby burn. For the love of all that is holy! It seems to reproduce dust before my very eyes. Either that our I'm hallucinating again.
I'm losing my flipping mind. I'm going to curl up in a ball, drink until my liver turns to mush, and smoke 100 packs of cigarettes in about two flipping minutes.
Okay, after that brief meltdown, I'm feeling better. I must go get the "mouth" from school and wipe the drool off of my face now.
Ta,Ta! BTW...WebMd just classified me as bi-polar with split personalities and I am rejoicing because I will get the "good" drugs now!!!!!