Day 2122

Sure sign of winter's end.

In winter, Bitch rages about oil. Not that It contributes anything to bills, but yet, rages incessantly.

Summer, the garage. the ONE spot totally mine, It MUST have access. There's not a square inch to spare there, but It MUST have access. Of course, I offer to open it whenever It wants, but that isn't the point. It wants unfettered access, threatening to cut the lock off.

There's piles of CRAP strewn throughout the house, yet It focuses on that. Literally, the kitchen, basement, living room, dining room, Stoney's room, front stoop. Again, check the Youtube page. Bitch is a pig.

Sick mental Bitch.

...but I need counseling.....

Over 200 hits on the Youtube page commenting on Its voicemails.

Easter, religion teacher (HOW many abortions?), yet, fresh from The Love of JEEEEEEEZUS, calls Its spouse a "motherfucker who should die a slow painful death." All this as our son watches.

...but I need counseling......................................................