Friday, May 15, 2009

Happy Friday

I'm too tired to write about thoughts and feelings. Let's just stick with something simple, shall we?

Not much going on this weekend. Doing laundry in the morning, followed by church at 4:00, then working tomorrow night. I'm taking my nephew to see Wolverine on Sunday.

Other than that..

not a damn thing.

Well, except for maybe starting a cult...

Friday, May 8, 2009

He's called every day. Begging to come back. Giving me the same old story, he will change, things will be better, he won't drink anymore, he will respect me, he will treat me like a queen, blah blah lie blah.

I told him ten times...NO. He's treated me like crap for nine months. He had three chances that he didn't deserve. Am I really supposed to believe him THIS time? He can't change. That is who he is.

I will still be friends with him, but I do not want to date him, and I definitely don't want him living with me.

He had it good. It's his own damn fault.

As for my best friend, who I very seldom see, is staying over. Most likely we will just hang out and watch movies, but I enjoy her company.

Oh..except for the laundry thing I have to do. And I have to work Sunday.


Wednesday, May 6, 2009

I Can Breathe Again!

To make a long story short...

Asshole got drunk yesterday. We got into an argument. He put his arm around my neck and left red marks. I kicked his ass out. He left, he knew if he didn't leave he was going to jail. I told him to leave me alone and that the cops were looking for him.

I CAN take a lot. I DID take a lot. But this chick is NOT taking anymore!

I can finally breathe.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

The Twenty Firsts MeMe

First Job: Babysitting. I made $30 a week. Now the kid is grown and married with kids!

First Real Job: Hooker. Nah, just kidding. I worked at a gas station. I was 15.

First Favorite Politician: Arnold Schwarzenegger. I have to agree with Mig on that one. Yes, I googled his name to know how to spell it.

First Car: A chevette. Hahahaha. I called it Bootsie. I think that car costs me $200, well, cost my boyfriend $200. He paid for it.

First Record/CD: Crystal Gayle. Omg, I know...GAY. Hey, I was a little girl who liked her long hair!

First Sport Played: Volleyball

First Concert: Tim Mcgraw. Yeah, figures. I'm not even a fan of country music!

First Foreign Country Visited: Europe. I went to Amsterdam for two weeks and didn't even get high. I did see the hookers though.

First Favorite TV Show: Punky Brewster

First Favorite Actor: The hot little bad boy from 90210..Luke Perry.

First Favorite Actress: Well, I used to like Angelina Jolie until Brad Pitt tripped and fell into...nevermind.

First Girlfriend/Boyfriend: A great guy named Jason. Man, I was so stupid for letting that guy go. Oh well, wasn't meant to be.

First Encounter with a Famous Person: I've never met a famous person, but I did have an encounter with an alien once. His name was Alf.

First Brush With Death: Um let's see...that time I got drunk and..or that time I almost...

First House/Condo Owned: Let's not even talk about that.

First Film Seen: I don't know. It was scary, I do know that!

First Favorite Recording Artist: I don't freakin know. Let's go with the Chipmunks. Gotta love that Alvin..

First Favorite Radio Station: 95.7 QMF

First Book I Remember Reading: Where the Wild Things Are

First Meme You Answered on Your Blog: I can't remember, because Mig is old.

Friday, May 1, 2009

The Whole World Needs a Daily Dose of Xanax

I would like to start out saying dealing with the public sucks! Even if it is on the phone. I've never heard from so many grouchy people in my life. Everyone seems to be impatient. They want it NOW. Xanax, people!

Let me tell you how my mornings go. I get up at 5:30 A.M. and take my dad to work because his car broke down. Then I come home, leave again at 6:30 A.M. and take Asshole to work. Then I come home, get ready and go to work myself. I skip lunch (I do eat) so I can pick up my dad at 2:30 from work and drop him off at my house. Then I go back to work until 5:00. Hopefully dad's car will be fixed today. Because I'm tired. I'm f'n tired of doing everything for everybody else.

Asshole seems to think he can tell me what to do. He demands me to do things. And expects it. I've put a stop to that. And I remind him every Friday that he needs to MOVE OUT. A couple of weekends ago, he was arrested for public intoxication. I thought for sure I'd get rid of him then, but no luck. Last weekend he stayed away all night. He was back before I could get the locks changed. He's been drunk all week. Like the kind of drunk where he's passed out in a chair drooling all over himself. Not to mention, he's been smoking weed with the weird lesbian next door. He's sickening. I'm to the point I can't stand him. He's bringing the evil out in me. I just want to bust him in his face! And that's not who I am.

I never thought I'd say this, but I want to be ALONE.