Fuzzy End of The Lollipop

Some days its just seems like the struggle against hormonal surges isn't worth it. People just piss me off and there's nothing you can do about it without suffering some horrible consequence that no one else would suffer if they did the exact same thing. It blows. "Its just the way they are"...bullshit! Why do I have to be the adult and always do the "mature" thing when everyone around me has the mental and emotional restraint of a four year old. "Look at the big picture"...yeah buddy look at the big picture of my ass! Ya gotta friggin tiptoe through the tulips with these assholes. Middle management sucks big fucking corporate cock!

Ah yeah blog...to have my rant immortalized and up for public view...makes the chip on my shoulder easier to bear. It's better than a shotgun...not more immediately satisfying...just better for my prison free future.

So I'm still waiting for my acceptance letter from Purdue. I took money from my 401K to pay off the bastards so I could get my registration in for next August. I want to know now so that I can gear up the BS ass kissing for these scholarship apps. Well, I don't have eight kids and an alcoholic abusive ex husband like some of last year's winners, but I'm sure I can dredge up some painful memories of my fabu experience in California six years ago to win a thousand bucks for college. Lets see...hmmm.. there was the year and a half I spent under the tyranical boot of my ex's mother who tore my self esteem and worth to shreds so she could control us into being her Symmetry sales whores. There's the whole homeless angle dragging my fat ass around with two cats who were basically all that stood between me and a razor. Oh yeah and the close shave I had with the local "family business" ...at least I still have both pinkies ...woo hoo! I must have had "Victim...please suck me dry" tattooed to my forehead since almost everyone I met wanted to fuck me one way or another. The only thing I had going for me in Cali were a few friends who managed to pull me out of the fire, but unfortunately only managed to put me back into the frying pan. Its pretty bad when a customer in a hardware store asks me about some electrical question and only after 20 seconds of searching for someone else to ask I have to run to the garden department to have a nervous breakdown under the ficus. California was a bit harsh on my noggin.

I'm much better now...twitch twitch