A Blog By Me

• Tattoos are permanent. Make sure when you are getting lettering done that the jackass typing out the text is paying attention to the grammar. Or you bring along a boyfriend who is.
• Moving sucks. What also sucks is the fact that at some point in ones life (who has moved 7 times in the last 2 years) packing can be done is a matter of 24 hours or less, with all belonging packing in individual boxes that are labeled and wrapped with a sad amount of efficiently.
• There is a fine line between starving yourself and a portion restrictive diet. That fine line is about 2 lbs.
• The beauty of insomnia is the nights you do sleep, (and if you remember your dreams) their vivid and painstakingly accurate. Also known as-flashbacks”

Hope you all are well. Missed this shit.

-Angry

Took (I think) a little over an hour, and wasn’t exactly the most comfortable experience in the world, but well worth it.

Next tattoo, a bullseye on the back of my neck. (joke)

I’ve got 2 years coming up at the end of next month, and I’m honestly floored sometimes by how well everything turned out.  Sometimes I really don’t know weather to give myself the credit or everyone stayed with me.

Shits kinda funny like that.

Going on Spring hiatus, take care people!

-Angry

I’m outside smoking a butt and to the left of me I hear a woman yelling something about a bike, not paying attention (was more engrossed in my ciggy butt) I then hear her screaming. And turn my head just in time to see a kid pull a knife out, slash the tires on her bicycle and wave said knife in her face.

Quickly go inside and shut the door, and go back to doing what i was doing prior, which is nothing, wait five minutes and poke my head out, theres a huge gaggle of people surrounding her, she seems shaken, but ok. I hear Bob The Mailman call my name, look across the street and wave.

Hes standing next to two Rent A Pigs who have their backs turned away from the street.

The womans on her cell with BPD with these two retards across the street.

Cape Codders, your tax dollars hard at work.

Also, now, I’m honestly trying to picture this man having sex with a car, and all I’m seeing is him fucking an exhaust pipe. Ouch.

1. Found out this A.M I tore a bunch of tendons in my hand so bad I will need to have surgery to repair it.

Dr. Mengele: “Angry, the next time you feel the need to punch something, count to ten. Or scream into a pillow.”

2. I get my car back today!!!! And I will return that rental that guzzles gas, and reeks like cigs. And run.

3. Starting my rib piece on Tuesday, (tattoo)- The beginning of a large and expensive tattoo.

4. Ran into Fuck Buddy this A.M he told me he missed me, and I told him he was really fucking old, to which he replied not too old to make me scream. I spit on his bike when walking back to the car, a nice, wet, coffee stained loogie.

5. Honestly, I really do miss stripping. WANT.

Other than that, nothing is new.

I really am a bit on the slow side, that much I will admit, it takes me a little longer to read and comprehend things such as reading a map, or directions, I also can’t receive verbal direction all that well. As some of you can see, my grammar and punctuation really isn’t all that great either.  I’m not joking when I say I’m dyslexic.

That being said.

It’s a huge fucking pet peeve of mine when people correct my grammar, spelling, or anything of that sort. I  also tend to lose my cool when someone calls me “stupid”. Slick made a comment last night when we were e-mailing back and forth about my use of “weather” and “whether”, he said I did it all the time, and quite frankly, the off handed comment both irked me and kinda hurt. Like, I’m sorry shit like that doesn’t stick for me, just accept the fact that my grammar isn’t all that awesome and shut the fuck up, if I constantly make the mistake of mixing up the two, theres usually a reason behind it. I’m not using my learning disability as an excuse for not sounding more intelligent, but fuck off already.

I fucked something up in the system again today that I do all the time, I mixed up the item numbers when I was loading them into the system. Boss Man knows that it’s not a good idea to sit me in front of the computer with about eight sheets of paper, all filled with numbers. The numbers simply don’t jive for me. I can’t help it, sorry, but when you see a number like 123, I see it as 213, and write it as such.

So, yea, I fucked up. Sorry, but really, c’mon, the guy knows better. So, he goes on for about ten or so, saying that this shits gotta stop, I need to pay more attention, blah blah blah blah blah.

And then he called me stupid.

I’ve got pretty thick skin, I can take being called a slut, or a whore, a selfish bitch, cunt, what have you. But you call me stupid, and I get a little angry. (it also doesn’t help I’m kinda over emotional right now…)

So I stop what I’m doing, and turn around

“What the fuck did you just call me?”

Not expecting him to walk right into the line and actually say it again

“I called you fucking stupid, did you not hear me the first time? Did you fry all your brain cells doing dope again?”

Eight steps between myself and my boss are covered

Theres this little voice in my head saying “If you touch him, thats assault!”

I listen to that little voice-for once.

In short, four letter words I explain that if he ever calls me stupid again, there would be more than a verbal assault charge heading his way.

With that, I leave and smoke a cig, making an attempt to cool down, and actually wondering if today, I actually will get fired. There are some murders around here that I simply can’t get away with, and getting up into Boss Man’s face and tearing him a new asshole, is one of them.

Snub out my cig, and walk back into the store, pass Boss Man, who opens his mouth to say something, walking by, I flip him off

“Awww, Angry, c’mon, you know I didn’t mean it.”

“Go fuck your mother in the ass.”

In the back, I’m packing up my things, he comes back.

“i really didn’t mean it, I know that you are not stupid, I was just frustrated.”

“Get the fuck out of my face.”

“Angry, talk to me, I’m sorry, ok?”

Look at Boss Man, roll my eyes, and tell him I want a fucking pony.

There are two men I can’t stay mad at for more than a short period of time, Boss Man, and the dude I’m currently fucking on a regular basis.

According to my douche of a fucking boyfriend, I am a humorless bitch when I’m PMSing (humorless being his word, bitch being mine), well news flash dumbass, I’m a humorless bitch the whole 28 days of my fucking cycles, just right before, I’ve got sore tits, cramps and a cholocate craving, and I feel fat and ugly, so please hold the wisecracking jokes for after we have sex, ok?

Thats another thing, why do you THINK I’m being such a raging ill tempered cunt of a whore? I’m gonna be BLEEDING for SEVEN FUCKING DAYS. And no, a goddamn band aid isn’t gonna fucking fix it. So, thats seven days- a fucking week, that I can’t have sex, and I don’t really even want to think about it because it’s just another fucking reminder that I can’t have fucking sex.

Well, can’t say its impossible, it’s just plain gross. Old conversation with Fuck Buddy (Who actually met Slick a couple weeks ago, I still have to blog about that……..)

FB “It’s just extra lube”

ME “Ya, that clots and stains your sheets”

I gotta hand it to you guys, when I’m about to get my period, ya’ll REALLY know how to get under my skin.

e-mail from Slick

Boo-Hoo…

You’ve been getting your period for how long? Years? And you still get all bent out of shape about it?

Thumbs down!

….But hey, whatever cathartic means you need to use to cope with your uh… Whoozits gushing blood like a possessed fountain, …feel free to use me as your blog fodder.

I just did.

Asshole.

Its funny, Slick and I were just talking about how my “over confidence” gets me into trouble….Whats also funny is the fact that I simply won’t or don’t know how to listen to an authority figure when its for my own good. Like, when my Dr told me not to wrap my knees when they swell. Well, theres a reason why.

Peripheral Adema. For those of you who don’t have a fucking clue, its when your arms legs hands and feel swell. I guess the reason why they didn’t want me to wrap my knees is because compress wraps causes P.E.

And I knew that too.

I worry myself sometimes.

I think I’ve become my own worst enemy in the whole NSA concept. Somewhere along the lines of not giving a fuck who I fucked and being overly picky with those I opened up to, somehow, the tables got turned and it was simply just a bare bones girl who simply didn’t get it, riding along with me. I think everyone goes though that stage after they have been burned, just bed hop, one two three, then it gets up past twenty then thirty and the regrets don’t even matter anymore, you just keep doing it because thats what you have grown accustomed to. Just sex, nothing more, thats all it is. And as much as you try and convince yourself that this person you have become, such a commitaphobe, and emotionally closed off, is the person that someone else helped create, and it’s not your fault that your behavior has gone past foolish and into self destructive….. But the bottom line is the fact that even though you crashed and burned, you were the person who made all those choices…..Its always so much easier to blame someone else….

In other words, just because you got your heart stomped on, doesn’t mean you can go out and act like a slut.

Yea, this shit just occurred to me the other night. What can I say? I’m a slow learner.

It never fails to surprise me how oblivious people are sometimes to their surroundings. This morning I was standing outside the store and I was watching a man on the opposite side of the street walking and talking on his cell phone. Either that man was so engrossed in the conversation that he didn’t see the tree, or he just failed to see the huge tree in his path. Well, it wasn’t exactly in his path, it was slightly to the right of it. Anyway, he walked head on into it. It was hard not to laugh when he backed up a couple feet, rubbed his head, and looked around to see if anyone had seen it. I waved when he looked over at me. He waved back with a big ol grin on his face.

This past winter I was trying to fix the pressure mat in front of the door at the store, I’m on my hands and knees with an assortment of pliers, screw drivers and duct tape when a woman opened the door right into my fucking head. It’s not like the front door isn’t a full pane glass door. So, the dumb bitch opens the door a good whack into my dome, I stand up swearing and she continues to try and open the door while I’m standing in front of it. She finally opens the door, and I’m still swearing

“Oh, I didn’t see you there.”

And walks in the store.

“How the FUCK didn’t you see me there!? Excuse me, I need to get some ice.”

I open the door for her to leave.

She holds up a pair of clogs

“You have these in a size nine?”

Needless to say, I didn’t get her the fucking shoes. Well, she was more stupid and selfish rather than oblivious, but you get the point.

Aside from the dude walking into the tree, I’m also pretty astounded by Bush’s sheer lack of common sense and observation. Like the customers that walk in here and talk on their cellphones even though I have a shit ton of signs all over the place that say “This is a cell free zone”, he’s just fucking oblivious, or, like the customers that try on the display shoes even though I use to have signs post that said “Save our shoes, please don’t try on the displays” he’s got some warped sense of entitlement where he thinks that the laws that everyone else has to abide by don’t apply to him. (Or the signs) While comparing retarded customers to our retarded Prez is kinda far reaching in itself I seriously wonder if mommy drank while preggo with both.

This self righteousnesses that is displayed across the board is really quite mind numbing when I see all these houses going into foreclosure, and all the small businesses just here on Cape alone, taking a dive bomb into the fucking shitter. But no, there isn’t aaaaaaaaaaaaaaanything to worry about. Really. He has everything under control. Really. Here have a couple hundred bucks to spend on crap to help jump start a drowning economy. Thats a really nice fucking thought, I would love to use my money and go buy another pair of shoes, but I have bills I need to pay, and the increasing cost of living I need to worry about. A new pair of shoes or a new ipod isn’t going to feed me, or put gas in my tank every day so I can get my ass to work and make just barely enough to get by.

Does buying groceries count as “stimulating” the economy?

Also, lab rats of lesser gods.

Yea, that makes sense.

So does this.