Just kidding.
Not really.
So, i turfed out /drank some of D-bag's sentimental shit wine. I would have drank it all if it weren't all cloudy with sludge. Sadly, i had to toss those in the dumpster.Yep. I did something mean. At the time, I didn't give a shit. Not even a small fart. I didn't give anything. I hoped he'd get mad about it. Thing is, I didn't tell him until last week. Just after we had our "let's leave that behind us" talk.
So after inquiries about where the 6 bottles of wine were, i started to panic. He hasn't ever been too concerned. After lying for a day or two, I couldn't bare the shame (of lying) so i told him what i did to his bottles. Not good. I should have lied. He said that what i did was "Malice".Which made me laugh because he can't even use the word in a sentence. Yes, what i did was malicious. And delicious. At the time. It was wrong, it was not mine, and I knew exactly what i was doing. He compared it to premeditated murder.Then he told me that i was not sorry enough.
he claims one of the bottles was from his best friend who died. Funny, after 2 years, i had never heard of this best friend who died and left him with a shit bottle of champers. So i asked "who was this best friend?"
i did feel bad..
"Larry"
Larry? You are fucking joking, right? 2 years together, you never mentioned your best fucking friend LARRY who died, and left you with a bottle of 4$ sparkling wine.
Who knows, maybe i wouldn't have cared then either.
I was pretty mad. I won't get into it as that is VERY personal, and if any of you knew what he said and did, you'd have torched his house.
Not sorry enough
I beg to differ.
I'm sorry i didn't toss it earlier.
Sorry i wasted all of my energy.
I want Good Times. Not fight times. Not lay over and play dead times.
Not "watch me watch hockey , play on my iphone, and drink beer times"
Fuck.
i did it to myself.
Just wonder what the big deal was about him. Oh right, i needed to learn how to respect myself, stand up for myself, and set boundaries. Think i am on a better path. thanks for that life, thanks. He' s probably already spit up on himself, sworn a few times, farted, and called his handicapped friends within the time i've typed this.
Malice this, dipshit.
Fuck. I can't wait till all these feelings dissolve, writing this stupid shit helps. Strangely. It helps me.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Nut Oil
Free Nut Oil.
This is his lucrative business idea. He gets these wing ding ideas while he drives his UPS truck around Westbank. He gets a little excitable when he sees all of the wasted fruit and nuts left to rot on the fields and in people's yards. It is wasteful. But what the fuck? What can one household do with 50 pounds of nuts?
Don't get me wrong. I think it is a very wise idea to utilize waste. Waste, is..waste..and a waste is a waste is a waste, and it pisses alot of people off. So if you can eliminate the waste, all the better.
BDF says "I wanna make walnut oil." Good call, one could utilize all the waste and turn it over for profit- love that thinking (not at all- just seems greedy..but because it is walnuts just going to waste i may back it). So i look online at what it actually entails, making this "walnut oil".
Knowledge.
Equipment.
Business savvy.
Time.
Passion for nut oil.
If I haven't noticed already..no one reads this. No matters. What matters is that I notice I am not in love. I don't love walnuts. I don't love the idea of capitalization. I want to live on a river and bathe outside in a barrel. I don't care if a man will be there or not. I'm tired of compromising my needs and what i want to try to gain out of this whole life experience. This is my life experience. I can't have one. Not while i look up ways to make nut oil for someone who is actually only half assing his actual attempts at making anything.
Note: i may be a sucker. I may not be who i want to be. But i'm making my way. Is it wrong for me to think that everyone feels unsettled? Not satisfied, or perhaps even guilty? Not in the "protestant" way, but guilt as in self betrayal..the sins around us are so addicting. Fuck all of this
And fuck you too Jail Tomb. I try to help, and all you do is yell.
This is his lucrative business idea. He gets these wing ding ideas while he drives his UPS truck around Westbank. He gets a little excitable when he sees all of the wasted fruit and nuts left to rot on the fields and in people's yards. It is wasteful. But what the fuck? What can one household do with 50 pounds of nuts?
Don't get me wrong. I think it is a very wise idea to utilize waste. Waste, is..waste..and a waste is a waste is a waste, and it pisses alot of people off. So if you can eliminate the waste, all the better.
BDF says "I wanna make walnut oil." Good call, one could utilize all the waste and turn it over for profit- love that thinking (not at all- just seems greedy..but because it is walnuts just going to waste i may back it). So i look online at what it actually entails, making this "walnut oil".
Knowledge.
Equipment.
Business savvy.
Time.
Passion for nut oil.
If I haven't noticed already..no one reads this. No matters. What matters is that I notice I am not in love. I don't love walnuts. I don't love the idea of capitalization. I want to live on a river and bathe outside in a barrel. I don't care if a man will be there or not. I'm tired of compromising my needs and what i want to try to gain out of this whole life experience. This is my life experience. I can't have one. Not while i look up ways to make nut oil for someone who is actually only half assing his actual attempts at making anything.
Note: i may be a sucker. I may not be who i want to be. But i'm making my way. Is it wrong for me to think that everyone feels unsettled? Not satisfied, or perhaps even guilty? Not in the "protestant" way, but guilt as in self betrayal..the sins around us are so addicting. Fuck all of this
And fuck you too Jail Tomb. I try to help, and all you do is yell.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Valentines
He decided to take me out for dinner. Down for a walk along the water to The Cove. I was curious why he wanted to go to that place, as it is a bit of a hike. Was there a 2-4-1 special? Yes, almost..20% off appies. He said the lounge was lovely. Tv's!
I don't care about that crap anyway.
So we take the hike down, through darkness and mudd. Sadly, I have my womanly moments like "FUCK MY BOOTS ARE FUCKED" as it is all snow and slush. We arrive at the doors, and the place is closed. Power Outage. His response "Fuck, I'm gonna miss the first half.".
Hockey talk.
Oh well, he bought me new pretty under garments.
And as dumb as he is, i love making it with him.
I don't care about that crap anyway.
So we take the hike down, through darkness and mudd. Sadly, I have my womanly moments like "FUCK MY BOOTS ARE FUCKED" as it is all snow and slush. We arrive at the doors, and the place is closed. Power Outage. His response "Fuck, I'm gonna miss the first half.".
Hockey talk.
Oh well, he bought me new pretty under garments.
And as dumb as he is, i love making it with him.
Friday, December 17, 2010
and then the police came in
yeah. pretty gross.
I guess it is something that is bound to happen when you have 2 people who differ on EVERYTHING.
Not something I wanted at all.
Now he is my big dumb ex boyfriend. Wow, that didn't play out too long. I feel like a big dumb moron for even being with someone who is so different than me,. Sad thing, i loved that Big Dumb Ass. After this story, maybe i will realize why i shouldn't have spent so much heart.
hints
1) if he only sees you on weekends...he most likely has other commitments
(sure you may too, so this might work out, until you see him at a grocery store with an asian lady and a baby)
2) ask him about the asian lady and baby you saw him with
(when he says "i have no idea what you are talking about" or "you are sooo crazy" walk away or punch him in the nuts)
3) when a lady calls your house and claims she is "practically married" to Big Dumb Guy. Don't question. Say "I feel sorry for you" and hang up.
4) When she calls back again and asks " Did you have a sexual relationship with him?" If you did, say yes. Don't prolongate the bullshit....ring ring....
when she calls back and tells you that they have a 2 year old kid together living in his mom's basement, and she is Asian. RUN. Not cause she is asian, but because obviously he was lying.
5) When he tells you they were already broken up and she was going back home to her family, Don't believe him.
6) leave the scene
7) tell him to call you when his shit is settled (obviously never) so move on
If not the following things will happen
1) his Mom will hate you so hard. You obviously ruined the relationship.If you didn't exist, neither would temptation. Her son would be with the baby mom, and she could be with baby. I get that. We all get that. Don't fuck with guys who have babies, especially ones that live with grans. I'm regretful, so much so, that i have to warn others.
2) Sisters will get involved. When with Mother, they will try to break into your house and yell things like "GIVE ME MY SON". Lock all your doors. They will try to get through windows and screens you never use. When they get in they will yell loudly "GIVE ME MY SON" as if you have the poor guy held captive.
3) Unplug your phones. They will call relentlessly. How they got your number? I wish i knew.
4) When they come barreling in, don't expect him to budge.This shitstorm is now your duty.
5) After his Mom and sister break into your home and try to bust your ass, you are NOT to say a disparaging word about their behavior and treat them like GOLD. Casino Gold. Never question their intentions.
6) Never expect an apology. When they recognize that "Their Son " is a lying sack (which they won't), they will blame you somehow, and you must take it. Or not.
Or not is the best idea.
7) When it all boils down. you will be left pregnant and alone, being told you RUINED his life. With his Mom and Sister to back it up. Even though all you did was love the guy, you will end up screwed up and to blame in the end.
8) take it from me, and don't go there.
9) apparently you are not supposed to call the cops if he manhandles you. only losers call the cops.
ps. only losers dye their hair red as well.
I guess it is something that is bound to happen when you have 2 people who differ on EVERYTHING.
Not something I wanted at all.
Now he is my big dumb ex boyfriend. Wow, that didn't play out too long. I feel like a big dumb moron for even being with someone who is so different than me,. Sad thing, i loved that Big Dumb Ass. After this story, maybe i will realize why i shouldn't have spent so much heart.
hints
1) if he only sees you on weekends...he most likely has other commitments
(sure you may too, so this might work out, until you see him at a grocery store with an asian lady and a baby)
2) ask him about the asian lady and baby you saw him with
(when he says "i have no idea what you are talking about" or "you are sooo crazy" walk away or punch him in the nuts)
3) when a lady calls your house and claims she is "practically married" to Big Dumb Guy. Don't question. Say "I feel sorry for you" and hang up.
4) When she calls back again and asks " Did you have a sexual relationship with him?" If you did, say yes. Don't prolongate the bullshit....ring ring....
when she calls back and tells you that they have a 2 year old kid together living in his mom's basement, and she is Asian. RUN. Not cause she is asian, but because obviously he was lying.
5) When he tells you they were already broken up and she was going back home to her family, Don't believe him.
6) leave the scene
7) tell him to call you when his shit is settled (obviously never) so move on
If not the following things will happen
1) his Mom will hate you so hard. You obviously ruined the relationship.If you didn't exist, neither would temptation. Her son would be with the baby mom, and she could be with baby. I get that. We all get that. Don't fuck with guys who have babies, especially ones that live with grans. I'm regretful, so much so, that i have to warn others.
2) Sisters will get involved. When with Mother, they will try to break into your house and yell things like "GIVE ME MY SON". Lock all your doors. They will try to get through windows and screens you never use. When they get in they will yell loudly "GIVE ME MY SON" as if you have the poor guy held captive.
3) Unplug your phones. They will call relentlessly. How they got your number? I wish i knew.
4) When they come barreling in, don't expect him to budge.This shitstorm is now your duty.
5) After his Mom and sister break into your home and try to bust your ass, you are NOT to say a disparaging word about their behavior and treat them like GOLD. Casino Gold. Never question their intentions.
6) Never expect an apology. When they recognize that "Their Son " is a lying sack (which they won't), they will blame you somehow, and you must take it. Or not.
Or not is the best idea.
7) When it all boils down. you will be left pregnant and alone, being told you RUINED his life. With his Mom and Sister to back it up. Even though all you did was love the guy, you will end up screwed up and to blame in the end.
8) take it from me, and don't go there.
9) apparently you are not supposed to call the cops if he manhandles you. only losers call the cops.
ps. only losers dye their hair red as well.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Of all things
..why does he have to like classic rock?
and what makes classic rock classic? Other than it all sounds the same and generally sucks.
He told me today my music annoys him.
Well, at least I have a broad spectrum of annoying tunes. Not just Classic Rock with a hint of WEEZER.
Who cares, music doesn't make who you are.
Today he hugged me.
No complaints. He's dumb. Mostly because he stays with me.
and what makes classic rock classic? Other than it all sounds the same and generally sucks.
He told me today my music annoys him.
Well, at least I have a broad spectrum of annoying tunes. Not just Classic Rock with a hint of WEEZER.
Who cares, music doesn't make who you are.
Today he hugged me.
No complaints. He's dumb. Mostly because he stays with me.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Today, a day of thanks...was a shit show. Thanks, for that.
Every year, I spend Thanksgiving with my best girl Cat. We cook the bird, worry about gravy. Always get the problem solved. This year Dale decided he would come along. Not without a lot of moaning and groaning. He was mad because i didn't let him put the turkey in at 9 am.
actually.
i'm mad still.
He was such a cunt.
"we have to go hang out with your friends, best friends of a guy who raped you"
rape and thanksgiving don't go well in my world
so, i almost smacked him.
raised my hand,
he pulled over and ran
meanwhile my turkey in the back hit the floor
he sulked for awhile
i thought about catching a bus
i thought about maybe killing him
but i couldnt even smack him
he came back
and asked me to "have a good time"
always
When we got to Cat's
i was ready to bust down doors
I had to DRAG him there
kicking and crying
it didn't take long though
other woman convincing him to stay works
he bought a case of beer and kissed me
as if nothing ever happened
so i pretended nothing happened
i was pretty pissed off though
an hour prior he was crying because his pie crust failed
talking about rape
because its my fault his pie failed
i told him to not roll it so thin
so controlling
He did have a good time.
Every year, I spend Thanksgiving with my best girl Cat. We cook the bird, worry about gravy. Always get the problem solved. This year Dale decided he would come along. Not without a lot of moaning and groaning. He was mad because i didn't let him put the turkey in at 9 am.
actually.
i'm mad still.
He was such a cunt.
"we have to go hang out with your friends, best friends of a guy who raped you"
rape and thanksgiving don't go well in my world
so, i almost smacked him.
raised my hand,
he pulled over and ran
meanwhile my turkey in the back hit the floor
he sulked for awhile
i thought about catching a bus
i thought about maybe killing him
but i couldnt even smack him
he came back
and asked me to "have a good time"
always
When we got to Cat's
i was ready to bust down doors
I had to DRAG him there
kicking and crying
it didn't take long though
other woman convincing him to stay works
he bought a case of beer and kissed me
as if nothing ever happened
so i pretended nothing happened
i was pretty pissed off though
an hour prior he was crying because his pie crust failed
talking about rape
because its my fault his pie failed
i told him to not roll it so thin
so controlling
He did have a good time.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
FUBAR
I told him i wanted to see Fubar 2.
If anyone knows what that is, it should be him. Fucked Up Beyond All Repair....2.
We went to Wal- Mart, again. I didn't know why we had to go there, again. Oh wait. He checks out the flyer. There might be a deal.
Ew.
He did find a deal. On canned gravy.
I told him i needed garbage bags, he said "meet me in Electronics"
insert best robot dance
so, i go to the electronics section, he is looking at movies.
Fubar,
it is
i asked him
"have you seen this one? even?"
"Yeah i saw it when i was a kid"
he's 37
me..."so what year was that?"
"1992"
i said "Fuck off, I wasn't even done school, more like 2002"
he looks into the Wal-Mart bag, fishing around...thinking he's gonna win an age war
"oh, 2002"
"yeah. when you were a kid" sarcasm
back when you were 30.
Back when he was a kid? He also claims he was a big skate boarder. Lover of Thrash. He was a super babe in his youth, What the fuck? Why did a super babe skate boarder thrash kid turn into some skid dog wal-mart loving ignorant turn the lights off early mother fucker?
He claims he used to skate, now all he wants to do is cross the border and buy cheese?
If anyone knows what that is, it should be him. Fucked Up Beyond All Repair....2.
We went to Wal- Mart, again. I didn't know why we had to go there, again. Oh wait. He checks out the flyer. There might be a deal.
Ew.
He did find a deal. On canned gravy.
I told him i needed garbage bags, he said "meet me in Electronics"
insert best robot dance
so, i go to the electronics section, he is looking at movies.
Fubar,
it is
i asked him
"have you seen this one? even?"
"Yeah i saw it when i was a kid"
he's 37
me..."so what year was that?"
"1992"
i said "Fuck off, I wasn't even done school, more like 2002"
he looks into the Wal-Mart bag, fishing around...thinking he's gonna win an age war
"oh, 2002"
"yeah. when you were a kid" sarcasm
back when you were 30.
Back when he was a kid? He also claims he was a big skate boarder. Lover of Thrash. He was a super babe in his youth, What the fuck? Why did a super babe skate boarder thrash kid turn into some skid dog wal-mart loving ignorant turn the lights off early mother fucker?
He claims he used to skate, now all he wants to do is cross the border and buy cheese?
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