saturday morning bitching
2003-05-31 / 2:34 p.m.

I'd love to sleep the day away. The whole weekend away, my whole life away. No, wait! Think positive! HAHAHA

The dumbass that I am forgot to do something at work. Hey, put out new timesheets for the 1st, yeah that might be a good idea. This bites because I was already planning to spend part of tomorrow there. Two fucking trips out there this weekend. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

My Thug made creme brulee from scratch the other night. Not one solitary thing from a box, nothing premade. Such a good little domesticant. Tell me what I'll do when he goes back to work. He does the dishes, the laundry, has my dinner ready every night. I could kiss the inmates who rammed a steel door into his head, giving him a concussion. Still, if only he could go back to work, make the extra money my pampered ass is accustomed to.

I hear now is the time to plant a citrus tree. What's this! I've been denied? Go easy, he says.

I know, I am a brat sometimes, but I'm also very supportive. I have been for a very long time. You get used to living a certain way. I bitch and that's ok. I am allowed.

Oh wonderful, I'm having another fucking asthma attack. There's been so many lately.