All things must pass...even this rant. Promise.
Tell me, cos I demand to know...who is that on the Where the Wild Things Are movie trailer, I mean the band doing the song? and also...how can someone tell you something for years...when...they...never...fucking...talk...to...you? AND...G%^D!MM&T, it's always so much easier to blame others for the shucking of your own duties. I'm fed up, and quite tired of being harassed. I've been treated badly for quite long enough now. SO, I'm not going be all pathetic and let myself be bothered. I will begin to think straight...erm...now!orNOW!!Soon? I'm being messaged and blog-commented to pieces on myspace. Perhaps if I start posting all their messages as blogs they'll stop? Maybe I should just delete my myspace thing? I only made one so some asshole could see pictures of his kids frequently. But whatever. I don't have time for this shit. I have interviews to prepare for, more applications to fill out, custody to file for, kid evaluations to get done, people that must be taken to the dentist, practices to attend, books that must be read (hahaha, well MAYBE not), coffee that I must drink. Who the fuck do they think they are messing with? Seriously. I'm never busy. I do nothing. And my kids support me. I'll admit it, I DO feel like a fucking bum, but the TRYING and NOT GIVING UP, as far as looking for more of a means for sustenance...well, that's gotta count for something. And taking care of four kids is so fucking EASY. Making excuses as for why their dad doesn't call is so easy as well. I'd like to say, "Well, sweetie, your dad is just a douchebag with his dick stuck up Amanda's ass, and her dick stuck up his, and with those two kids down there that he has even said he loves more...he hasn't time for you." NO. Instead I say, "Well, he's probably at work.", "He's probably making dinner." Etc... He's still my kids' dad, and he belongs to them in that sense, and I don't want them to hurt, and I don't want them to hate him. And Amanda's really quite a decent person anyway. So, who is the one really guilty of the parental alienation? I don't even talk about their dad around them in any kind of negative way at all. I know Jesse, and I really have no doubt in my mind that that is what he'd be doing if the kids were with him, and yet, I do my best to make sure that they do get to see him. Took them all the way to dang Florida and he could only handle them two or three days. And he didn't even tell them they were being picked up. We got there and the kids were like, "Why are you here?". Did I say, "Well, your dad got tired of you sooner than expected, so he called and told us to come and get you."? No, of course I didn't say that. I decided a long time ago that life is too short to waste time hating...But if I ever did hate someone...well...I think I'm going to Rare Ould Times tonight. I think Curtis is proposing to Ella there. Well, we'll see. So when I hit about 45 I'll find someone that likes me, finally? Maybe I'll be completely different and not so much a dork. But maybe there's really not much wrong with me at all? There must be. But maybe there's not? Anyway, tonight, Chelsey, are you and Mike coming? If you read this, text or twitter me or something.
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