Something as minor as that would completely flip my lid…
You guys know me.
I’m not one of these vunerable girls who shows and expresses how she feels constantly. Shit’s gay. Normally if I’m pissed, I’m quiet. When I’m hurt, I’m quiet. Why talk when laughter is so much more fun. I think growing up with the shitty example of what a family is pretty much helped me develop this what I like to call ‘Laugh That Shit off Pussy-itis.’ It’s a very convient thing I think.
But sometimes one has to admit that they are in over there head and everything is just NOT working. With any aspect of their life. HURRY THE FUCK UP SUNDAY. Every single thing just stacks on and on. And as soon as I think I’m good and in the clear BOOM here’s danger at the fucking door. This Valentine’s Day was supposed to make everything better. Just knowing that someone actually gave a fuck. But what’d I get? Nothing. It’s funny. You’d think having a BOYFRIEND would make everything better and it’d make me happy and it’d make my Valentine’s Day worth something…
But nothing happened. Every promise I was promised was broken and is continuing to be broken. I walked back into this relationship expecting everything to work itself out and everything to be different. BUT NOTHING’S CHANGED. Nothing CONTINUES to change. It hurts but…this isn’t for me anymore.
…stop dragging this out to snail-like speeds. I’m gonna destroy you sir. So why don’t you stop pretending like I’m the coolest girl you’ve met on this side of the Mississippi and get over it.
Sir I am a man-eater. I’ll chew you up until there’s nothing left and spit you out…
And when I spit you out, you’ll be left with nothing. You’ll be…nothing. It’s a skill I’d hate to keep.
But maybe (and that is a maybe) you’ll be just the venom I need. King Cobra of sorts.
“Bring me your enemies, lay them before me and walk away. Walk away. Walk away!” - Firefly
This shit is starting to annoy the absolute fuck outta me.
I’m funny. I’m charismatic. I’m outgoing. I’m fun. At least I suppose I am. This is what I’m told! Don’t think I’m some cocky self-absorbed asshole because I’m not.
But it’s agitating how I keep taking the complete blame for everything going wrong here. I didn’t invite a NEW fucking housemate into the situation like some people. A housemate who might I add doesn’t do SHIT. But somehow this is still my fucking fault? You kick me out like everything is going to magically fucking fix itself. NO!
Your wife is still going to fucking hate you for being a slut. You’re still not gonna have steady work. You’re still gonna act like FUCKING CHILD. No one here is STILL gonna work or clean up. You’re not gonna have shit!
So with that being said…I’ll disappear. I’ll turn my invisible belt on. And just watch how you’re still unhappy.
TAKE A FUCKING HINT AND REALIZE THE PROBLEM ISN’T EVERYONE AROUND YOU. THE PROBLEM IS YOU ASSHOLE!
Cathy: Congratulations to me, I just got my first pity job. Now I’d tell you to take your pity and shove it, but you know what? I don’t care. I mean, if this is why I got the job, screw it I’ll take it because I love my job and you may have hired me for the wrong reasons but if you try and fire ‘The Lady with Cancer’ you better hire a damn good lawyer
Woman: What a bitch…
Cathy: Yeah I am a bitch. I’m a tough, brave Bitch.
“I’m gonna tell you straight up, If you’re a chubby chaser, you’re shit out of luck because I don’t do nothing freaky shit with my fat. Now, I don’t see myself as skinny but I do see myself as a lady so you best come correct.”
