Apologies

I have to apologize for some of my recent posts. I stay pretty much confused about a lot of things lately and tend to voice my opinion on my blog. I also use the F word a lot, cuss a lot, and just well, piss people off a lot. I’m not sure how, but I seem to hurt some people’s feelings – a lot. I can only assume that they are just a glutton for punishment. Read my blog or don’t. The choice is yours. Take what you can use and throw the rest away. I don’t give a fuck, damn or a shit.

I am beginning to understand why people don’t like you to get too far away from them. Especially when they’ve been lying and/or controlling you. They aren’t right there to keep convincing you otherwise.

My divorce papers read:

He gets the house, I get the truck. 11 years of marriage also entitles me to alimony. He said he would help me out, not bail on me financially so I didn’t put it in the divorce papers. I am not shocked that there isn’t financial help. Oh, let me correct that one. There was help, a little here and a little there but once I didn’t ‘act right’ then that pittance stopped. Now he claims that what he actually said was that he would help me if he could. Hm. I knew this would happen, I had just hoped that for once that he would do what he said he would do. I’m not the least bit shocked that he didn’t and won’t in the future. I would be shocked if he had proved me wrong.

I also sit outside and listen to a potential (not really, just a bullshitter) customer talk about how he can’t stand those free estimates/quotes he has to give. People are just window shopping. Yep, same thing you’re doing with me. If you really wanted this flyer done you would supply me with the information that goes on it. No sir, I haven’t even started on the graphics for it because you have no idea what you want on it. I’m not dragging out my printer/scanner or even going to open my graphics software to start because I will never finish it, which means I will not get paid for it and I’m not wasting my time any more than I already have listening to you talk bad about potential customers and trying to convince me that pot is a cure for ADD. Oh, and no I’m not calling you to tell you that I don’t want your business because you’ll end up with something else you want. My phone number and you’re not getting it.

All I need is another creeper.

I know what both of these guys want, and its not a flyer set up or a friend – they want a fuck buddy and I’m not your girl.

Yep, venting right here on MY blog. Guess what people, this is mine. I pay for it, I maintain it and yes, I write whatever the hell I want to write here.

I may go overboard sometimes in my rants. I may contradict my own beliefs and judge other people. I judge myself just as harshly. I’m learning that there aren’t really demons out there. The devil doesn’t scare me like he did when I was a kid. I never met the devil, only people. What it also said about the deceased by funeral home workers is true – there is nothing to fear about the deceased, only the living can hurt you. And they will, oh yes, they will if given a chance.

The worst part about all of this is that I am also guilty of doing the same thing. I couldn’t beat them so I joined them. Not the fuck buddy part or hurting people. The telling people what they want to hear, not what I’m actually going to do. This is obvious when I actually moved when I said I was going to move and where I was going to move. For once I actually did what I said I was going to do and did I ever piss people off.

As my father had been known to say (to my mother’s dismay) “better to be pissed off than pissed on”.