How the hell do people get yer AIM info so easily? I guess I shouldn't have made it the same as my blog address. Damn, and I can't change it either.
Some freak AIM'ed me and just decided he would be some asshole and type nuthin but numbers.
Whats the world comin to.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Can someone please JUST FRIGGIN PUT ME OUTTA MY MISERY?!?!
Judith totally jarred up the damn casserole. My neighbor is severly casseretarded. How do you fuck up something as easy as a friggin casserole? All it is is a freaking tossed cluster fuck of ingredients packed down like a giant brick! Holy shit I can make one outta three t.v. dinners!
What, you think it's complicated? You cooked one for your damn husband or somethin and said it was hard work? STICK IT UP YOUR AREA!
READ IT!
cas·se·role [kas-uh-rohl] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation noun, verb, -roled, -rol·ing. –noun
ANY FRIGGIN FOOD! MIX IT! EASY BAKE OVEN HONEY!
Fuckin A, people! My kid had to eat a rock solid halfass cooked macaroni and various assorted debris for Jesus' birthday. Do you think that's what the good lord wanted for my boy?
HELL NO!
But guess what?
"It's friggin' Chrismis" so I had to be nice and lose some pricey dental work over that damn megalith I bit into that Judith threw together like friggin moosh.
I'd make some human food, but after all the Christmas presents nevrything, I was ass out. Caught some zeez after junior hit the sack and I swear that concoction that almost gave me permanent dry heaves started to break down in me or somethin, I had some serious nightmares, man! Buncha children of the corn lookin bastards runnin toward a big shed lookin thing with dogs or wolves comin after em. Then I woke up all hot neverything rushing my ass to the latrine where I coulda swore I passed my friggin liva.
Dollars to donuts I probably won't make it ta next week.
What, you think it's complicated? You cooked one for your damn husband or somethin and said it was hard work? STICK IT UP YOUR AREA!
READ IT!
cas·se·role [kas-uh-rohl] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation noun, verb, -roled, -rol·ing. –noun
əˌroʊl| 1. | a baking dish of glass, pottery, etc., usually with a cover. |
| 2. | any food, usually a mixture, cooked in such a dish. |
ANY FRIGGIN FOOD! MIX IT! EASY BAKE OVEN HONEY!
Fuckin A, people! My kid had to eat a rock solid halfass cooked macaroni and various assorted debris for Jesus' birthday. Do you think that's what the good lord wanted for my boy?
HELL NO!
But guess what?
"It's friggin' Chrismis" so I had to be nice and lose some pricey dental work over that damn megalith I bit into that Judith threw together like friggin moosh.
I'd make some human food, but after all the Christmas presents nevrything, I was ass out. Caught some zeez after junior hit the sack and I swear that concoction that almost gave me permanent dry heaves started to break down in me or somethin, I had some serious nightmares, man! Buncha children of the corn lookin bastards runnin toward a big shed lookin thing with dogs or wolves comin after em. Then I woke up all hot neverything rushing my ass to the latrine where I coulda swore I passed my friggin liva.
Dollars to donuts I probably won't make it ta next week.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
I am fed up with these friggin kids!
Some little dipshit decided it would be funny to knock over my goddam trash can again. What the hell? Do these little pillow biters not have anything better to do? Go build a friggin snowman so I can piss my name in cursive on it.
Friday, December 22, 2006
Agony
You've got to be kidding me. The last thing I wanted today was to know I hafta work on Christmas. I've worked in the plant for over 9 years now, and they can't even give me Christmas off? Bullshit! I wanna see my friggin kid!
My x-wife is determined to ruin this holiday for me, I just know it. Well. She's got another thing coming for her if she thinks she can keep Alex away from me. For cripes sake, the poor kid has to have his mother's last name. What kind of last name is Edgars? Sounds god awful right? The boy is a Yurack! You can see it in his eyes! The kid's only 5, don't give him that ugly last name, his buddies are gonna pick on him!
I liked it better in Manhattan where I could goof off and drink when I had to work on Christmas. My new boss is a total asshole who thinks he owns the world, and to top it off, HE'S DECIDED NOT TO GIVE OUT BONUSES. Bastard! I oughta ring his stinkin neck.
My x-wife is determined to ruin this holiday for me, I just know it. Well. She's got another thing coming for her if she thinks she can keep Alex away from me. For cripes sake, the poor kid has to have his mother's last name. What kind of last name is Edgars? Sounds god awful right? The boy is a Yurack! You can see it in his eyes! The kid's only 5, don't give him that ugly last name, his buddies are gonna pick on him!
I liked it better in Manhattan where I could goof off and drink when I had to work on Christmas. My new boss is a total asshole who thinks he owns the world, and to top it off, HE'S DECIDED NOT TO GIVE OUT BONUSES. Bastard! I oughta ring his stinkin neck.
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