Had I known how this last weekend was going to go, I might have stayed in bed.
Got up early Sat. (Grumble grumble) and prepared for my yard sale. Hubster went about gathering metal to take to the recycling place. Loaded up various car parts, spent a good two hours chopping stuff up. He goes out back to get the rest and discovers his brakes won’t work. We investigate, and its the master cylinder. I tell him hes worked so hard, just to take a can of brake fluid, hes got a half hour to take a five minute trip. He comes back with the metal. This place thats only open one Sat. a month has decieded to close early. To you Metal Place… a few words. If you’re only going to be open one Sat a month, would it be so hard to stay open until noon? Could fishing, screwing the neighbors wife, ect. Wait that much longer? For those of us who work all week and this is our only chance to get there, it seems quite rude to close early. So fuck off.
The sun, you really used to be my friend. You browned me so nicely. Then this weekend, you turned on me. I now have scalding heat on my shoulders. A shirt brings me pain, and aloe feels like a knife searing me skin. You’ve betrayed me, I shall now become a creature of the night. The only worry I have about the moon is an obvious one.
And to yard sales. I’m selling things cheap, really. Don’t try to talk me down. No those aren’t MY romance books, my mother gave them to me. I despise their very being,this is why I’m trying to sell them. You know what, if you don’t like this stuff, GO AWAY! I didn’t make you stop!
To my sister and the guy Who Knocked Her Up®, Spare me. If the two of you can’t deciede whos going to say what to the childeren. Let them run amok. Oh, damn, you do that anyhow. I don’t need to know what you’ve been argueing about. And tell me GWKHU® how does one have their foot run over by a forklift? Could you not hear the backup bells? Do you not look where you’re going? Is it that hard to chew gum and walk at the same time?
To Dr. office receptionist. I love you really, but if you screw up on my dates one more time and proceed to call me the day beforehand to let me know about my app. I’m going to reach over the counter and shove a calender down your throat.
To the State of Michigan. I sent my tax forms in about early April. Tell me why it will take until the second week of June till I recieve my much needed refund? Oh, its being manually checked. Shall I come over and manually check for that big fist shoved up your ass?
To Hubster. You are trying to make your wife happy and your mother happy. This will never happen at the same time. This woman hates me, and I’m not feeling much love for her. Stop letting her take advantage of you, and stick up for your wife once in a while. Respect me why don’t you?She needs to get her stuff out, she needs to know this is NOT a permanent solution to her many problems. You need to tell her to grow up. And on another note, I am more than just a sex toy. Wonderful that I was up when you got home, but that does not mean hey, lets have sex! Or HELLO you’ve been around long enough, its called lubrication!!! And did you notice how I just layed there? That means you’ve pissed me off, and I’m not into it, and just doing it to pacify you. That means theres trouble. Take the warning signs now.
To MIL, I know hes your “sunshine” and “baby”, but when you call ask me how I’m doing. What about the kids? Hello selfish bitch, you only call when you want something, and I’m so tired of it. You are not the center of the universe, find a black hole and drop off in it will ya?
One last rant. Fuck you PMS, the hormones running through my body, playing with my mind. Making me a semi of anger. And if this has anything to do with the shot, I’m off it. I can’t handle this anymore. I miss those happy moments I no longer seem to have.
