Where a Bitch loses her mind

Posted by Surreal SaDiablo | Comments (0)

Category : celeste, Charlotte, dumbass, food, Friday bitch, husband, husband's job, stupid people, Surreal, weight

Oh holy fucking shit, I did not realize that stupidity and stereotypes followed me to Bum-fuck-Nowhere in the Badlands of the sprawling Northwest.

I've learned the following, all from a skinny "Perfect Princess" twat who wouldn't know what manners, morals, or a soul would be if it reared up and bit her in her flat ass:

Fat people are lazy.

Fat people sneak food into public bathrooms, all for the sake of eating... in the bathroom.

Fat people are fat to be fat. There are no underlying reasons (depression, anxiety, etc) for the extra weight, there is nothing wrong with them, they're just fat and they like to be fat.

Also, cutters? They cut because they're stupid. They're just stupid people who don't have anything else to do, so they cut. Depression, ment

al disorders, PTSD, none of that could lead to cutting. Nope, cutters are just stupid people.

I wanted to rip her spine out through her nose and beat her over the head with it.

I've imagined ripping her spleen out through her mouth just to make myself feel better.

Husband had surgery 3 weeks ago and has been home ever since. He's not scheduled to go back to work for 2 more weeks. On one hand, I'm glad he's listening to his doctor and not going to work too early but on the other? I'm losing my mind with not having any alone time.

I can't blog too much because he wants to know what I'm doing. If I'm reading, he wants to know what I'm reading. If I go to the bathroom, he taps on the door to tell me he has something interesting for me to see when I get out. I think he's bored out of his mind.
And the house is a mess. I get it if he feels too crappy to move around but he can still tell the teenagers that live here to clean. I'm going to have to make another "bitch list" this weekend for the boys to read every day so they are reminded to clean up.

The hubs and I are going through a "dry spell" he's been working long hours out of town. He leaves well before dawn and is home really late. Lots of overtime, except he's on salary for a tiny, shit-ass company which means they can squeeze all the overtime they want out of him and not really compensate him in any way. And, because it's a smaller company they fit through a loophole that allows it.
That on top of a huge pay cut last year, reduced health benefits and having to work around jackasses constantly - is why he's now looking for another job.

This whole damn week has been for the fucking birds if you ask me. I have either been in bed moaning in pain, or dealing with more crap than I care to think about. I'm just pissy and bitchy, and rather than spew crabby all over your computer monitor, I think I will just hit publish and go to bed.