Cuz I'm the Shit

This is a good week. Can drive again. Went back home yesterday. The dogs are happy to be home. Finally got the promotion at work! Things are looking up. I'm excited. Yay. Having my BBQ this weekend. I have a lot to do. And a lot to look forward to.

So I'm thinking of writing a book. About dating. Kidding of course. I'm a horrible date. But I have learned some things along the way. Was married for 3 years. Had more than a few dates since then. It's pretty simple. As long as you don't get emotionally involved. Guys want one thing. No matter what they say. Even nice guys. It's the truth. I have seen it time and time again. It's not a bad thing. NOT a bad thing. It's just a fact of life. If a guy says otherwise, he's lying. Don't fall for it. You like him. You want to keep him around. Don't do it. He'll lose interest. Bottom line. And just when you think it's "safe" to do it. Wait a little longer. Don't be dumb girls. It's that simple. I promise. Do it too soon and you enter booty call territory. Which is cool. If that's what you want. Be smart. If you want to date them. Don't be a 7/11.

Who's the Bitch Now!?

It's Friday. Thank god. Hopefully next week will be better. Been dealing with jerks all week. Stupid customers. Condescending manager. Rude "friends". What ever happened to common courtesy? Is it that hard to not act like a total douche bag? Been adding more people to the NFB list everyday. Not going to put up with people who mistreat me. So don't try it. I'm better off without you :)

Wrote an angry poem today. Hadn't written one in years. So therapeutic. Would post it here but its inappropriate. Cruel. Mean. Vulgar. Hilarious. Genius. If you ask nicely, I might show you. Then we can point and laugh together.

Gonna start working out again. Get back in shape. Go to the gym. Take a dance class. Start walking the dogs more often. Take a self defense class. Should be good times. Perhaps I'll start this weekend..

You Are Sooo Cobravending

I hate the predictive text. Tried texting the word "condescending" the other day and ended up with "cobravending". Hmm. That's not even a real word. I'm gonna start using it. See how long it takes people to realize I'm using a made up word.

Thinking of changing my shift at work. Will lose money. Better hours. Better managers. More sanity. Tough decision. Money or sanity. I'm leaning towards sanity at this point.

Some people are so random. I just had a random guy approach me at work. He asked if anyone had told me how breathtaking I look today. Umm no sir, I don't believe so. Although I'm not opposed to people telling me more often. So feel free. Another guy calls me Ms. Vogue. I'm okay with that. I've been called worse things.

Rules. Are meant to be broken. I break my own rules. I make them. And break them. Sometimes on the same day. Breaking rules is fun. And sometimes dangerous. I get myself in interesting situations sometimes. Keeps life interesting :)

No Further Business Sucka!

Haven't written in awhile. Didn't have anything to write about. Now I do. NFB = No further business! Going to start NFB'ing people that piss me off. Or do me wrong. In fact, I've already started. You dont want to be on the NFB list. There's no turning back.

People can't be trusted. In general. Especially people who say they are nice. If someone is really nice, they don't say it. They act it. People who say they are nice are usually hiding something. Someone says they are nice. Big red flag. Run for the hills. Actions speak louder than words. If you are nice. Act nice. Don't get me wrong. I'm not nice either. But I also don't claim to be. 'Nuff said.

I've become a victim. In my own game. I've been victimized. Cracks me up. Pisses me off. Annoys me. Makes me feel devious. Learning experience. Moving on....

I used to write poems. Not nice romantic poems. Mean poems. Cruel poems. Very therapeutic. Think I'll start that again. And kickboxing. Get in shape. Kick some ass. Take some names.