Posts Tagged ‘Fuck Off’

I am trying to be more responsible.

*sigh*

And it is full of suck and lame.

I am naturally indolent and so taking this kind of action is entirely counter intuitive. Plus it is really hard to do shit when the cat is sitting on you. You may not realize this, but trust me. It is the absolute truth.

_________________________________________________________

I am in a fight with someone, but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t know that we are in a fight. This makes things quite challenging from my end.

Sometimes, I get angry. Mostly, I know that I am angry because I am reminded of my own least liked qualities.

This time, I’m pretty sure it’s because she is an unthinking cunt.

__________________________________________________________

I should probably go grocery shopping. But I am kind of comfy where I am. Thus the constant dilemma that is my life, and my struggle to be a responsible adult. Sort of responsible. SHUT UP.

So I had a pretty full weekend, wherein I did stuff, and things, with people, in places. So now you are all caught up, yes?

It’s going to be sunny all week, and to add insult to injury it is also going to be hot.

I hate this.

I get depressed every summer. My friends believe this is just my inborn contrariness, and I can’t say that  isn’t true, but it has been consistent for years and I hate it.

I don’t like the sunniness. I really do not  like heat. These are a big part of why I moved to the Pacific Northwest.

UGH.

So now I am off to watch Lindsey Lohan go to jail. WHAT? One must have priorities.

I may not have mentioned this before, but I have cats.

Three evil, enormous, geriatric cats.

I have managed to maintain a level of three cats for the past decade or so. I am a sucker for the bastards, so this has been challenging, but I have clung to the principle because we all know that four cats would make me a cat lady officially.

I WILL NOT BE AN OFFICIAL CAT LADY.

So I recently became a  friend on the Facebook with the Seattle Humane Society. And it turns out that May is adopt a senior pet month. And so they are featuring kitties that are over three years old.

This has not been a good thing for me.

Given the opportunity, I would adopt ALL the kitties. And I would love them and keep them and feed them forever and ever.

What can I say? I’m a sucker for the little bastards. No, really, it’s like they see SUCKER in big red letters on my forehead. Then they start butting me with their heads and then it’s all over except for the 40lb boxes of cat litter.

Fortunately, the three cats I currently have are SO EVIL, I would not dare expose some unsuspecting kitty to their quite possibly murderous clutches.

So see? Evil can be a GOOD thing.

I still can’t feel part of my arm, and am unsure about whether I should bitch about it, because the fistula is working really well and I don’t want to jinx it. And realistically speaking, how important IS it to feel the back of your arm from, say, the elbow to the wrist?

Yeah, I don’t know either.

On the upside, I am peeing out my ass again. Yeah, that isn’t really an upside. I don’t even know where I was going with that.

Let’s take an awkward pause and move on with our lives, shall we?

Also, Marmaduke movie? NO. Just, fucking…NO. The only thing that could make that worse is if we all drank the 3D koolaid.

I’m sick of it. Shut up.

So I’m having vascular surgery Monday, my dialysis is not working properly, I just realized I overdrew my account and am now scrambling to get $50 to cover the overage and the fee. I feel like shit, my body hurts and I have to do dialysis and pull blood for testing today.

I am overwhelmed and exhausted and I have no idea what I am doing anymore. I am pretty sure that the surgery will fix the root of all the problems, except the banking, but one can’t have everything, can one.

Also, Tom and Jerry is on the TV. I hate Tom and Jerry. GAH.