Seriously, are there any because i have yet to find them?
He just doesn't fucking get it, at all! I'm pissed. I'm pissed at the whole spending money bullshit. I'm sick of the second class citizen treatment of telling me shit after the fact. I'm pissed at the complete fucking inequality and slavery in the house. I'm pissed at the lip service of shared ideas or goals that are alway agreed on but never happen, I'm just plain old fucking pissed. What happened this time?
Someone is planning a weekend baseball and invited 38 people I believe. Guess how i found out? I got a fucking invitation on facebook. A goddamn fucking invitation to my own fucking house on facebook!!!!!! So at 36 weeks or 9 months pregnant, king asshole is inviting 38 fucking people-excuse me 37 fucking people since i was one of the invitees--to my house...okay he'll argue about it technically being at the baseball diamond across the street but whose going to be stuck watching the kids? Whose going to be chasing Sean and preventing him from running into the road and getting hit by a car or running onto the field and getting hit in the head by a bat? Or keeping an eye on the girls? And I wouldn't have had a problem with the whole thing at all if he would actually speak to me ahead of time. Fuck him. Bastard acts like he's still single he might get more than what he bargained for.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
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