People suck.

I had to bitch out a mopey 30 year old man today.  On the fucking phone.  I slept from 10 pm to 3:30 pm and he called me and was like “You haven’t called.” I was just getting out of the shower and he got all huffy because I hadn’t called.  I was sick all last night and passed the fuck out for a good long time.

So. I cussed him for about 10 minutes and he still has no idea wtf he did wrong.  Not to his understanding, even though I told him about 80 times.

Apparently he’s like my first ex, jealous and clingy and thinks that everything I say to him is cold.

I really wish I had ice water running through my veins.  Then I would know to keep people at a distance.

Now I have to figure out what to do.  He’s a nice guy otherwise.

Fuck.

This is a fuck my life moment.

St. Patrick’s Day.

WHAT A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!  I MEAN REALLY!  I’M IRISH! I SHOULD BE HAVING FUN!  BUT NO!

FUCKING MEN!  GOD DAMN BULLSHITTY MEN!!!

I HAVE TO DEAL WITH A 30 YEAR OLD THINKING EVERY TXT I SAY IS A FUCKING COLD DROP IN ANTARCTICA!  FUCK!  BITCHING BECAUSE I WOULDN’T FUCKING TALK TO HIM ABOUT SHIT OVER THE PHONE!  I ALREADY FUCKING TOLD HIM EVERYGODDAMNTHING THAT NEEDED TO BE SAID!  APPARENTLY FUCKING NOT SATISFACTORY ENOUGH!  I DON’T GIVE BLOW JOBS LIKE CANDY!  WHY DON’T PEOPLE GET THIS SHIT!?  FUCK ME FOR TRYING TO BE DIFFERENT!  APPARENTLY NO UNDERSTANDS WHAT TYPE OF PERSON I AM BECAUSE WE’RE ALL WHORES AROUND HERE NO MATTER WHAT!!

I GOT FUCKING ATTACKED BY A GOD DAMN HAWK!  I’VE HAD A HEADACHE ALL GOD DAMN DAY FROM IT AND A GOD DAMN WELT ON THE SIDE OF MY FUCKING HEAD FROM IT!  I COULD HAVE GOTTEN CLAWED TO SHIT AND HAD TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL FOR ALL SORTS OF FUCKING SHOTS!

WE WENT OUT AND GOT CHINESE AT MY FAVORITE FUCKING PLACE WE HAVEN’T BEEN TO SINCE BEFORE CHRISTMAS!  I DIDN’T ENJOY IT BECAUSE I’VE BEEN PUKING IT UP FOR THE PAST HOUR!

I GOT NO GOD DAMN SLEEP SINCE 4 PM YESTERDAY!

I GOT STABBED IN THE LEG BY A FUCKING RUSTED SCREWDRIVER!  IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GOD DAMN WOODS!

I HAVE AN OLD CREEPY BLACK MAN CONSTANTLY DRIVING PAST MY HOUSE AND WAVING AT ME AS HE LICKS HIS LIPS!

YEAH!  AND I’M BEING THE COLD HEARTED NASTY BITCH!?

FUCK!  FUCK ME GOING OUT AND DOING ANY GOD DAMN THING!  FUCK THE WHOLE GOD DAMN MESS!  I FUCKING HATE TECHNOLOGY AND PEOPLE!

Just to catch up…

Saturday I had a birthday party at a Baptist church for my cousin’s daughter’s first birthday.

We were all well behaved on my side of the family for once.  But the oldest of my cousin’s kids, Dawson, was pretty much man handled by his Uncle Frank (not related to me).  What happened was Dawson was running around like a 3 year old should.  He accidentally ran into another kid who is maybe about 2.  Well, “Uncle Fucker” jerked Dawson up from behind by his shoulders and shook him hard above his head and started bitching at him.  If the cunty fucking piece of shit wanker had been watching his kid, THAT WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED!  I saw the whole thing.  I turned around when Dawson asked if the other boy was ok.  Dawson got scared and started crying in Frank’s fat face.  I had to leave before I handed someone my purse and it was about to be a throw down moment between me and fat lazy fatass.  Besides, the lionesses of the family were in there…  Mom shot him a dirty look and Aunt Margaret watched from a little ways away.  Mom broke it up, but I had the feeling that if she were going to throw down with the cunt, Aunt Linda and Aunt Margaret would have had her back.  “Uncle Fatty” wound up walking out of the place in a huff.  When he returned, he was all fucking pissed BECAUSE MOM WAS PISSED!  He has no idea who the fuck he’s messing with.  NO IDEA.  She beat on one of my uncles once, she would have no problems beating on someone else’s uncle because he was abusing a 3 year old.  If he does that shit in public, what happens when there’s no prying eyes or anyone to break it up?  Mom felt bad about it, but someone needed to defend the kid and her children are both adults.  We’d bail her out of jail and go kick “Uncle Fatass”’s ass again.

Also at the party, along with my hopes and wishes of “Uncle Fucktard” getting raped by someone’s truck or the ceiling caving in on just him and nearly killing him or him getting stabbed and beaten to near death by some randomly weird person, I said “Fuck” and “Shit” and stole the church’s green sharpie deliberately.

And that’s about it with me.