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Ok, I just feel like ranting tonight. I don't really have a subject, just rambling nonsense. I am going to talk about the things that really bug my ass. Well, some of them. Like, you know those pump bottles of lotion and whatnot? How come the tube that sucks the stuff up to be squirted out never goes all the way to the bottom? I have about 1/8 of a cup of lotion in the bottom of my bottle and I have to screw the top off and hold it upside down and beat the bottle before I can get some. it is wonderful lotion. I bought it at Sally Hansens. I walked in and said,"Give me the best lotion and moisturiser you sell here". The saleslady gave me Hemp, and it is really great. You know how when you break up with a guy and you both decide to stay friends and all? Then he gets to where he doesn't call you much anymore? I hate that with a passion. If my passion were a color, it would be deep purple. That same deep purple of bruises and bloodless skin in a persons face when they are consumed wirth anger. Even a friend keeps in touch. I hate it when I am talking to someone and if they don't approve of what I am saying they will put forth a disapproving silence to hang in the air between you and them. They will give a slight tilt of the head and may even twitch an eyebrow. Who the hell are they to approve or disapprove of me in any respect? I am a grown woman and pay my own bills by cracky, and I don't need or ask for the approval of anyone. Ha! So much for your puny attempts at intimidation. I hate the way my boss will punish me when she doesn't like something I have done but can't do anything about it right then. I asked her awhile back if she could cover me while I moved my furniture out of the house I was in. I was sick with bronchitis and under a doctors care, and it was so hot, when I breathed that hot air in, my lungs felt like they weighed 10 lbs apiece. I didn't call her and say, I couldn't work, I asked her if she could cover me. Oh yes she assured me, no problem. But, when I tried to go back to work, there didn't seem to be anything to do. Hmmm imagine that, no work. yeah right, no work my fat ass. She just wanted to get me in a financial bind and make things hard for me. Her little power play. Grrrrrrr. My daughter is driving me crazy. We got into it the other night and she ran away. I called the cops and waited all night. The mother of one of her friends called the next morning to say Missy was there. I called the cops and they went and picked her up. I told her and the social worker and the cops that if she did that again, I was going to call the cops, lock the door and go to bed. I f I had to work the next morning I was going to go to work and she could sit there until I got off and could come after her. I said if she was grown enough to walk off, she was grown enough to find her way back. I have basically had it, and they all know it. A person can only take so much, even from their very own child. Ok, that ought to do it for this session, I feel some better, thanks for your attention. Post a comment in response: |
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