Turning the page
Looking forward to tonight. WAS tempted to bail, Sunday was windy and freezing, but the winds have settled. Temps predicted to be actually "warm" -34- tonight. I'll take it. Doing my usual, staying over, avoiding Toxichouse at ALL costs.
And no, the tree STILL isn't finished. Bitch slept all day, went to a meeting (Work that sobriety! Buy Christmas gifts for everyone OTHER than your fucking husband, the one under the roof who pays every motherfucking bill.). Came in and attempted to pick a fight. I didn't answer, not a syllable. Can't WAIT 'til It goes back into the hospital. Hope Stoney has a metrocard.
And yes, cunt tried picking a fight this am. Has a fixation with my income, i.e. "all your money..." you'd THINK I was a millionaire. Rather, I make around 90, ALL of which goes to the bills. And this bitch harps on my "riches?" Don't congratulate me on my professional achievement, rather, reveal anger over my income-as you portray the victim, in fact, have made a life out of it.
Spin class this am, then off to nyc. Bring it on!!!!!
Ain't no one raining on my New Year's eve. Fuck 'em!
Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Day 1252
so much for that
2012 was NOT a good year. Yes, I got the gig I'd been working for all my life, my destiny IS in fact fulfilled. But too much loss.
My elementary school, shuttered.
The love of my life, as predicted, for her, was a may/december. For me, it was love.
My wife, praying for her death. Total bitch. Not even a piece of lint for me for Christmas.
My son, typical teenager. Dearly miss his sleeping next to me, one arm thrown over me. Now, an angry weed smoking asshole. His Mother's son. Turned against me by a cunt.
doing a Spin class w/Dennis Walcott, cool.
The other good news though, besides my job, my brother had a stroke, BUT, full recovery. Hey, we're ALL aging.
Can't wait for this calendar to change.
2012 was NOT a good year. Yes, I got the gig I'd been working for all my life, my destiny IS in fact fulfilled. But too much loss.
My elementary school, shuttered.
The love of my life, as predicted, for her, was a may/december. For me, it was love.
My wife, praying for her death. Total bitch. Not even a piece of lint for me for Christmas.
My son, typical teenager. Dearly miss his sleeping next to me, one arm thrown over me. Now, an angry weed smoking asshole. His Mother's son. Turned against me by a cunt.
doing a Spin class w/Dennis Walcott, cool.
The other good news though, besides my job, my brother had a stroke, BUT, full recovery. Hey, we're ALL aging.
Can't wait for this calendar to change.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Day 1251
Confirmed my New Years eve plans, I'm good to go!!!
And, just when you lose faith: had Spin class, again, I was asked to come on board as an instructor. Yeah, I know-not earth shattering, but @ this point, the fat kid who couldn't do a lap around the gym needs the pat on the back.
Ho ho.
And, just when you lose faith: had Spin class, again, I was asked to come on board as an instructor. Yeah, I know-not earth shattering, but @ this point, the fat kid who couldn't do a lap around the gym needs the pat on the back.
Ho ho.
Friday, December 28, 2012
Day 1250
All was well until.....
Yesterday-thanks to the gym and my brain, was a very good day. Hit a morning spin class, an evening spin class, with a flick in the middle. Then...I made the mistake of going back to Toxichouse. Thereupon It tried to engage me in conversation about Its health. As stated previously, It first claimed diabetes, then hepatitis, now dying. So, die. do us all a favor. Not even thinking: does It even have insurance. Yet It never fails to throw in my face a cold fact I hadda present It with "we can't afford to bury you." It thinks I can print $$$, paying every fucking bill solely on my income. So, let Its friends collect the body. I won't. Also, after all that shit about my never.......I'll not set foot in a hospital. Fuck It, die.
Today, another vacation day. Gotta avoid the domicile, no prob. My usual morning run, followed by spin. Another terrific day.
Gotta stay healthy.
*and one factoid I find PARTICULARLY amusing: "you're selfish." Love when THAT is hurled at me. Who runs a rehab???????? Rather than amass alcoholics anonymous groupies (after self medicating-remember the sleeping pills after too much coffee to process Avon orders?????), I got 26 patients and 22 staff in my care, but I'm selfish. Who led the Christmas party? What did I get in return: the joy of giving. But remember kids, I'm selfish. $800 to fix a fence the CUNT broke due to negligence, but I'm selfish-a fence that THEY wanted repaired so THEY can avoid walking the dog THEY wanted, rather, throw him in the backyard where THEY don't even pick up his shit-but critique where I put it. Oh, and since the CUNT has not a single penny taken out of Its disability checks, WHO pays the fucking tax for It????? But I'M SELFISH???
ANSD, It claims It bought his longboard!!!!!!! Scroll back a few posts to 2 years ago. I was very proud of getting him such a cool gift. Now, It actually convinced Itself (mental IS mental) that It bought the damned thing! Amazing.
Great Christmas. Fuck this crap.
Yesterday-thanks to the gym and my brain, was a very good day. Hit a morning spin class, an evening spin class, with a flick in the middle. Then...I made the mistake of going back to Toxichouse. Thereupon It tried to engage me in conversation about Its health. As stated previously, It first claimed diabetes, then hepatitis, now dying. So, die. do us all a favor. Not even thinking: does It even have insurance. Yet It never fails to throw in my face a cold fact I hadda present It with "we can't afford to bury you." It thinks I can print $$$, paying every fucking bill solely on my income. So, let Its friends collect the body. I won't. Also, after all that shit about my never.......I'll not set foot in a hospital. Fuck It, die.
Today, another vacation day. Gotta avoid the domicile, no prob. My usual morning run, followed by spin. Another terrific day.
Gotta stay healthy.
*and one factoid I find PARTICULARLY amusing: "you're selfish." Love when THAT is hurled at me. Who runs a rehab???????? Rather than amass alcoholics anonymous groupies (after self medicating-remember the sleeping pills after too much coffee to process Avon orders?????), I got 26 patients and 22 staff in my care, but I'm selfish. Who led the Christmas party? What did I get in return: the joy of giving. But remember kids, I'm selfish. $800 to fix a fence the CUNT broke due to negligence, but I'm selfish-a fence that THEY wanted repaired so THEY can avoid walking the dog THEY wanted, rather, throw him in the backyard where THEY don't even pick up his shit-but critique where I put it. Oh, and since the CUNT has not a single penny taken out of Its disability checks, WHO pays the fucking tax for It????? But I'M SELFISH???
ANSD, It claims It bought his longboard!!!!!!! Scroll back a few posts to 2 years ago. I was very proud of getting him such a cool gift. Now, It actually convinced Itself (mental IS mental) that It bought the damned thing! Amazing.
Great Christmas. Fuck this crap.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Day 1249
So, die already
Today begins the start of my "vacation." Had so many hours, hadda use some time. Now, here's the prob. My son has been turned against me, his mother has successfully portrayed Itself a perpetual victim, so Toxichouse is NOT a place I'll stay for any extended period.
Thank GOD for the gym. Spin this am @ 9, then again tonight @ 7. By THAT point, I'll be too tired to give a shit.
Now, let this whole Christmas season thing sink in. Remember we USED to go visiting. Even Its friends/groupies are sick of the perpetual patient. Useless bitch.
But WAIT! It got better!!!!!
Again, tonight It tries being human, I indicate yesterday I said not a word until It did, agreed to "turn the page," then IT, again, went psychotic. It then attempted to update me on Its health. Let's be clear: I don't give a shit. Die.
...all this as Stoney plays one of the video games It bought him, totalling well in excess of $200, yetr can't even buy me a fucking card. Die. fucking die.
Today begins the start of my "vacation." Had so many hours, hadda use some time. Now, here's the prob. My son has been turned against me, his mother has successfully portrayed Itself a perpetual victim, so Toxichouse is NOT a place I'll stay for any extended period.
Thank GOD for the gym. Spin this am @ 9, then again tonight @ 7. By THAT point, I'll be too tired to give a shit.
Now, let this whole Christmas season thing sink in. Remember we USED to go visiting. Even Its friends/groupies are sick of the perpetual patient. Useless bitch.
But WAIT! It got better!!!!!
Again, tonight It tries being human, I indicate yesterday I said not a word until It did, agreed to "turn the page," then IT, again, went psychotic. It then attempted to update me on Its health. Let's be clear: I don't give a shit. Die.
...all this as Stoney plays one of the video games It bought him, totalling well in excess of $200, yetr can't even buy me a fucking card. Die. fucking die.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
"I'm dying"
As I enter Toxichouse, It attempts to excuse Its bullshit behavior yesterday using the illness card, eventually dropping the "I'm dying" bomb. THEN, suddenly, I'm talking to a different person. I'm kind enough to say we need to turn the page, It goes off on a tear about my selfishness. I'd said, AT LEAST a card. it went off totally. Remember, it bought gifts for EVERYONE in my family except...the person who hooked the CUNT up with my family. THEN, gets me not a fucking thing for Christmas. Useless bitch.
And no, the tree isn't and never WILL be finished. Bitch didn't go to work today, day after Christmas, FUCKING tree still not done. Fuckit, no more.
Do earth a favor, die.
And no, the tree isn't and never WILL be finished. Bitch didn't go to work today, day after Christmas, FUCKING tree still not done. Fuckit, no more.
Do earth a favor, die.
Day 1248
Ho ho WTF???
Got Stoney his $39 x 12 gym membership, got It a movie gift card. What'd I get? NOTHING. Not only that, I get torn yet ANOTHER new one. Merry FUCKING Christmas. The excuse: It bought the gifts for MY family. Now remember, Its family killed themselves, It ain't got nuttin'. BUT, It used THAT trump card to not even buy me a fucking card. Furthering the trail of dysfunction: the tree STILL isn't fully decorated, the tree topper was never found...... really.
And what hurt more than anything? Stoney giving It props on giving me a verbal beat down. REALLY gonna remember that when a withdrawl is attempted from First Bank of Dad.
Great parenting isn't it? Berate the father, use HIS family against him, THEN tear him a new one (same old story "When I was in the hospital........." Bitch, let it go. Who righted the ship while It was in the hospital? Who cleared the bills. Who paid for the fence IT broke, to be fixed? And my return: nothing. Not even a fucking Christmas stocking. Pathetic.
But WAIT, it gets better!
It got Stoney video games, in excess of $150, PLUS clothing. It spent well over $200, but couldn't even get me a friggin' card. Really, truly sad.
My mother would gut It like a trout.
Got Stoney his $39 x 12 gym membership, got It a movie gift card. What'd I get? NOTHING. Not only that, I get torn yet ANOTHER new one. Merry FUCKING Christmas. The excuse: It bought the gifts for MY family. Now remember, Its family killed themselves, It ain't got nuttin'. BUT, It used THAT trump card to not even buy me a fucking card. Furthering the trail of dysfunction: the tree STILL isn't fully decorated, the tree topper was never found...... really.
And what hurt more than anything? Stoney giving It props on giving me a verbal beat down. REALLY gonna remember that when a withdrawl is attempted from First Bank of Dad.
Great parenting isn't it? Berate the father, use HIS family against him, THEN tear him a new one (same old story "When I was in the hospital........." Bitch, let it go. Who righted the ship while It was in the hospital? Who cleared the bills. Who paid for the fence IT broke, to be fixed? And my return: nothing. Not even a fucking Christmas stocking. Pathetic.
But WAIT, it gets better!
It got Stoney video games, in excess of $150, PLUS clothing. It spent well over $200, but couldn't even get me a friggin' card. Really, truly sad.
My mother would gut It like a trout.
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