Posts Tagged ‘Life’
Fat
Damn.. Some little kid called me fat and his mother bitch-slapped him and said “THAT you will never say again!” um … Didn’t bother me any!
Ok, I did smile and ask Dennis if he noticed the crying kid outside the store. He said yes and that’s when I grinned and said, “I did that,” “What have I told you about being mean to little kids out in public?!” I had to roll my eyes. Damned little brat was mean to me! It was his mother who slapped him!
I got some pretty bad emails today. All I have to say regarding the sub-drama that is following me around over this whole gay drama thing: If you’re so depressed that you’re going to drink laundry whitener and swallow heart medicine, then I can’t help you anymore. Yes, it makes me appear to be a total bitch, or a stuck up bitch, but I guess that’s how I truly am? Remember, you started this. I did what you wanted, and now you’re upset at me? Makes no sense. Be mad at yourself, not me. I just want to wash my hands of this entire thing.
Oh, and to everyone else? Dr. Cowboy Pete says hi:
So does the fountain:
Gay Drama
Is it ok that I’m about done with Facebook? Forever. I don’t care who joins it. If you want to keep in touch with me, I can provide an email address and you’ll just have to send me an email. I know it’s tedious to have to open that email client, copy my address and paste it into the ‘to’ part and then create an address book entry for me, but guess what? It’s more tedious for me to have to keep up with the drama whores and the bullshit on Facebook. I hate that site now. Just like I hate Myspace.
Oh, and if he-who-does-not-want-to-be-named is reading this: Yep, it’s your fault. I was ok until you started all of that drama. Now I just want you to go ahead and go your separate way. I haven’t deleted you from my WordPress account yet, but you’ve been demoted from an admin to a simple author. You can’t even delete comments. And that’s the way I like it. Oh, and I won’t be ‘putting in a good word’ about you to my host to get your own domain or get one hosted on her account. No way no how. Not after the remarks you made about me. Buy your own damned hosting. I’m washing my hands of all of this.
Party Favors
Here are some of the party favors I’ve bought and sorted for my husband’s party tonight:
The blood bag comes with a little warning:
And instructions:
The yellow cake Uranium smells sooooo good. I want to try one now, but the party isn’t until 7pm. My husband’s ex is here and made a ‘bleeding cake’. When it’s cut, it will ooze strawberry gel that resembles blood. How original. Oh, and there are little drips of blood on the cake. Again, original. Wish I would have thought of that.
Lance Gave Me MRSA
There was an elementary school coming through our school today. These were free to all students, both through the school and for the kids coming through. I missed the morning rush and didn’t get one. Lance got me a MRSA since I’ve had that twice, along with VRSA.
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