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Jesus, in small, bite-sized paragraphs. |
04.24.07 |
Hmm. Guess I should update, for all it's worth in creativity or entertainment value.
Life has been very life-ish this past week. Brazen Hussy and I had our first fight. It very nearly ended our friendship, being all hateful and acidic. I just don't believe that adult people need to spout venom to children instead of to the real target, the adult. Namely, Don't Fucking Bash Me To My Kid, You High-Strung, Late-Coming, Get All Upset That I'm Going to Finish My Other Projects I Started When I was Waiting For Your Ass To Decide to Get Here, Mkay? If you have a problem with ME, have the balls to express it to ME, Fucker, NOT to my kid. JESUS.
The Kid answered a phone call today from Mr. T's crazy ex-girlfriend saying, and I quote as well as I can based off him all panicked and scared, "You got T in a lot of trouble, Bitch, and I don't like that. You better watch your back. You're gonna regret your shit."
I guess that means the Detective was able to get ahold of her and question her about why she filed a domestic violence charge against him in 2003(ish). Apparently, when I told them she was crazy, they didn't believe me. Well, gee, and why should they? It's not like she'll be calling their house threatening violence or mayhem.
And I just have to say, doesn't ANYBODY respect the sanctity of childhood innocence anymore? The FUCK? Why do you feel such a powerful NEED to scare the shit out of a child? You wanna scare me? Fine. You wanna call me names? Go the fuck for it. Just leave the kid out of it, alright? Jesus!
So I called the phone company to change my number AGAIN. Who even knows if that will do any good. Last time I had it unlisted, but now it will be unlisted and unpublished as well. No one will be able to ring in on a private number, but will have to provide their caller ID. And if the sow calls again, I'll just have to inform her that the call is being recorded. You wanna say some evil shit, bitch? Say it to the microphone so the whole world of police and prosecutors can hear you. You wanna discuss all the illegal shit you plan on committing to my person, family or possessions? Just speak up REAL LOUD AND CLEAR.
Jesus.
I joined EHarmony for some giggles - but all my matches so far have run really far, really fast in the opposite direction. Heh. I suppose that maybe God is trying to tell me to leave the dating alone right now.
Work is slammed right now. People keep having meltdowns. Fortunately, they all decide to have them on ME. Apparently I'm "nice" and "sensible". Fuck that. Do me a favor and go break down somewhere else. I'm on the verge myself. Well, not really. But still, c'mon now. Let's all just take one deep breath, ok? Vodka's on me - just chill the fuck out.
Jesus.
The house is coming along nicely. I have all the licensing-required supplies purchased for fostering - including waterproof bed pads, extra fire alarms and extinguishers, first aid kits, flashlights, and padlocked medicine cabinet. You'd think this was a rehab clinic instead of a temporary home for kids.
Jesus.
I've got about 75% of the landscaping down. All the new beds are tilled and mostly planted. The City finally came out and determined the tree is Truly, Most Sincerely Dead, so they've hired a tree service to come cut it down. They will have to disconnect all the electricity to my house for the day to accomplish it. But at least the tree will be gone and with it the threat of it falling all dead-like on my house. AND, they're going to be leaving me the wood chips for mulch.
Not so Jesus - but just a little bit.
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