Got up this morning feelin like I had a brick on my chest…too much shit!
Goin back to work tomorrow-feelin anxious, irritated, excited and finally…resigned.
Girl spawn keepin me hoppin with the dumbass lamb she is raising at school in her FFA class. (That’s “Future Farmer of America”) Twice a day, every day the damned thing needs to be fed, walked, cleaned up and while she’s finally splitting those duties with another kid who has his lamb in the same pen, it is a pain in the ass goin back and forth daily multiple times since she also has basketball practice from 130-330 Monday thru Thursday, and basketball games every damned night, not to mention tournaments on the weekend.
Money is tight since I’ve been off work, so I haven’t been able to do all the shit to my website that I wanna do, like add all the promotional shit I have, plus add more, plus pay my design guy to add more shit to this website and also help me set up the store portion of it.
My house is a fucking mess right now, and yet here I sit in my jammies and bathrobe typin when I should have my fat ass showered and dressed so I can do the grocery shopping, work on bills, go to the bank (I wish to rob it dammit, but I don’t look good in stripes), finish painting girl spawn’s bathroom (re-model has cost waaay too much), figure out what the hell I’m gonna wear to my job tomorrow (fuck does anything even fit any more?), post office, pick up prescription, shop with girl spawn for cowboy boots and a button up white shirt she can wear when she shows the damned lamb at the fair (which I think is a damned waste of time since it’s gonna be murdered anyway, who the hell cares what it looks like standin up, people are gonna eat him anyway, what the hell do ya need to look at him for all fancy-washed and fluffed and clipped.
Oh and another thing…this damned lamb is a SHEEP. When it weighs over a hundred pounds it ceases to be a cute little lamb. His name is Hercules and I am filled with guilt every time I see his face. Why the hell does anyone want to eat a lamb or a sheep? Fuck, they’re cute and thinkin about someone shootin a dart into his head and then cutting his throat to “drain” him is disgusting. No way in hell girl spawn isgonna be a farmer and no way in hell am I ever gonna cook up lamb chops.
Sittin here lookin at the full washer and dryer in the laundry room. I really need a door here so when my fat ass is sittin here in my jammies doin nothin I don’t have to see it.
Can’t wait to have a damned paycheck again but really don’t want anything to do with my job anymore. I liked what I did for a living-now, I’m expected to sit on my ass and be a robot all day long….ok, yes, I do realize not much will change from what I’m doin right now, except I can’t sit in my jammies and a bathrobe with no make up and ignore people. I gotta be clean and tidy and friendly to people that I really don’t give a shit for.
Ahhh geeez….the smell from Tom takin a dump in the litter box is callin my name…definitely not something I can put in the fuck it bucket is it?
Wine…I need wine…except I promised myself no wine during the week once I go back to work…well…I won’t be goin back til tomorrow, so that rule is gonna be broken…I’ll start it tomorrow.