Sunday, May 24, 2015

things you'll find in hell

I find it interesting that everything that is deemed an unattractive activity is immediately damned to hell. It doesn't have to be something hard. It could be a paper you don't want to write or a phone call you need to make.

Right now, for me though, it's the damn grass. I hate cutting the grass and I'm totally cool with paying someone to do it for me. Well,  I wouldn't be paying them,  but somebody who's damn grass it is would.

mostly relieved OR green tea for green tea

One of the worst feelings is when you have to shit and can't. Not  like constipation, and the feeling isn't immenent, but you hear stuff happening inside and it gets annoying.

Can I fart? SHOULD I FART? Questions like this are ones with not so easily answered. Usually I can trust a bit of coffee to run through me quick  enough but ironically none was readily available; I could've solved this in my own but I'm not even a big java drinker.

So, I opted for one of my all time most enjoyable remedies, green tea. Green tea has just enough caffeine to put me to sleep and is herbal enough to regulate a talking tummy. I suppose any tea could work really, but whatever.

Friday, May 22, 2015

I'm at work simply to work

This chik at work 'bout backed into a ladder walking backwards trying to holla at me. Idk why all these girls all in my face. I  know you got some work to do while you try to interrupt mine.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

hi dad

I haven't spoken to my father in some time, it's not really due to animosity it's just that we don't feel the need to talk to each other. That is true for me at least; idk what his deal is. He's probably worried that I might start asking questions that he would prefer not to answer.

NEWS FLASH CLYDE, I ALREADY KNOW THE ANSWERS. I JUST WANNA SEE IF YOU'LL TELL ME THE TRUTH!

so anyway, today my dad called me. He didn't really wanna talk about anything, I feel he was just looking for a Segway into telling me he's gonna call my mom to discuss his release from child support payments.

That was pathetic. I told him 10 years ago that I have nothing to do with that and I have no interest in hearing anything about it. Clyde, I'm 27 years old. I have a job, a car and I'm trying to rid myself from the devil woman you knocked up 2x.

If you had just wanted to talk, I'd be down for that, but instead there's always some ulterior motive. I've come to terms with this but I still wish you would stop

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

check yaself before you wreck yaself--or another piece of the house

So far you've: destroyed our shitty fence only to replace it with a self constructed, slightly less shitty fence. Torn down our shitty shed only to leave a gigantic, ever growing, pile of trash and junk. Collected various pieces of yard equipment that supposedly all work but still require conrepair. Broken or lost nearly every piece of kitchen equipment, including things you borrowed. And most recently, attempting to re-model the kitchen by yourself until you finally smartened up enough to realize you needed a professional.

Dust everywhere because you didn't think to cover ANYTHING UP, microwave and fridge both randomly out of service, noise pollution so severe that my ears hurt and I have a constant headache. All this plus the lack of sleep.

You still have the nerve to tell me that I don't finish what I start and should reevaluate my life.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

God sometimes gives you more than one mom. some of us need more than one

I really should've been at work today. I was showered, dressed.

At first I called in late, but eventually I called out. I had to; I had to find to find a place of zen. Frustration and anger welling up inside me with no outlet to share and be understood. More angry with myself for even allowing tears to try and creep out.

I spent some time with my italian mama...I ate a bit, vented  a lot, she listened. She always does. I'm not "empty", but per italian mama rules I will be physically full

it's not what you say, but how you said it...or is it?

Why is it that when people hear what they want to hear it's never anything good?

I thought we were getting somewhere better, but I can tell that this isn't going anywhere. It's time to start cutting ties with a lot of people; the first cut may truly be the deepest.