Bringin' It Back!

Decided to revive my blog. I know you've all been suffering without it.

Finally decided to go for the tat. Actually I have two. Got the first one in memory of my step dad, Steve. It's a yellow cancer awareness ribbon with a sunflower, representing sarcoma awareness. The other one is the serenity prayer text on my rib cage. Love it. Oh, except for the misspelling. Gotta love that. Hoping he can fix it, as I would prefer not to include myself in the 75% of the population who doesn't know how to spell. Hell yeah for my $75k college education ! (Anyone sensing the sarcasm?)

Been traveling a lot over the past few months. Went to San Diego, NY and Boston. I have two Vegas trips and one Montana trip planned. I love SoCal. Wanna move there. Soon. Maybe I'll up and leave. Become a beach bum. Probably not. The idea makes me happy though.

People annoy me. I hate stupid people. When I become a billionaire I am going to buy a private island and live there all alone. Well, except for the pool boy. And the masseuse. And...maybe you, if you're lucky.

Been rockin' the angry poems lately. Wrote one about my "husband". Wrote another about a "close friend". At the risk of sounding cruel, I have posted one below;

Here’s to Nate, my dear husband
Redneck hillbilly hick
Can’t spell your own middle name
Cuz you’re not very quick
Have fun branding cattle
And playing violin
Have fun up in Brokeback
With your “deliverance” kin
You can’t read or spell
And your knowledge is weak
After all you were homeschooled
By a sick religious freak
Don’t forget to pay tithe
Tell the fam I said hi
If ya’ll are going to heaven
I’d prefer hell when I die
Your dad looks like a pedophile
And your mother is a hag
Just come out of the closet
We all know you’re a fag
What will Jesus think?
Your parents will be in shock
When they finally learn the truth
That you would rather suck cock

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.

Say What You Mean

People in general just annoy me. People put on a nice face. Play games. Tell you what you want to hear. Maybe they are trying to be nice. Maybe they are two faced. I think people are afraid to say the truth. I'm not. I say what I mean. And mean what I say. Some people say I'm blunt. Straightforward would be a more accurate word.

Went to the Lazy Dog Saloon last night. I like dive bars. Small crowds. Interesting people. Cheap drinks. Good music. Also a big fan of strip clubs. Naked people. Dancing. Shiny poles. Loud music. Who wouldn't have fun?

Will be starting school again shortly. Took the summer off. That's a first. I feel lazy. One more year for my MBA. Hopefully. Then law school. If I get in. Want to be done with school already!