I don't get on here as often as I should. Not feeling mad today, just dark. My mind goes to places no mind should ever go. I don't even know if I can explain it. I feel...empty. There is a black hole inside myself. It's growing, and it consumes everything in it's path. How do I get out of this place?
I actually googled "suicide" last night and came across a site that had actual suicide notes. You would think that by reading them I would gain some perspective, but I didn't.
I really have nothing to talk about
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Happy St. Druken Day!
It's St. Patrick's day. The only holiday that promotes drunken behavior. Now this is a holiday I can support. I'm Irish, about 25%, I have reddish hair and I love to drink. Yep, that's a good enough reason. What is St.Patrick's day celebrating anyway? Who was St.Patrick?
If you're waiting for a history lesson, don't hold your breath. I have no fraking idea, so this is my guess of what St.Patrick's day is all about. *Warning!* this is my opinion and not based in fact. This is a rant, not freaking Wikipedia...cripes.
Anyway...Ireland was a land of nature loving people. The druids, Celtic magic, all that happy stuff. So someone, probably the pope at the time...*Warning* I am NOT Catholic, so if you are and are easily offended..what the hell are you doing here in the first place? Jeez,can I continue? Thank you. So the Pope says to Patrick (He wasn't a saint yet) .."Hey Pat! See that little island over there? No, that's England....over more...No that's Iceland, you went too far, bring it back....and....there! Yea, that's Ireland. They're a bunch of heathens, go make them Catholic" So Pat hops on a boat and goes to Ireland. Now when he lands, the Irish folk welcome him with open arms. You see, Ireland is a magical place with four leaf clovers, rainbows and pots of gold, leprechauns and potato fields as far as the eye can see. But Pat knows that this will simply not do, so he teaches them about Jesus and the love of Christians. Well, the druids don't want to give up the old religion, so Pat starts burning Leprechauns. Just grabbing them up and throwing them on the fire. Of course the Irish are devastated and promise to convert if he stops this killing spree. Pat agrees, the island becomes Catholic, the church makes him a saint and that's the reason you never see leprechauns. They are an endangered species and are afraid of humans. Those Bastards!
So now you know.....only you don't cause I made it up.
So drink your green beer and bask in the drunken glow of oblivion.
I really could care less.
If you're waiting for a history lesson, don't hold your breath. I have no fraking idea, so this is my guess of what St.Patrick's day is all about. *Warning!* this is my opinion and not based in fact. This is a rant, not freaking Wikipedia...cripes.
Anyway...Ireland was a land of nature loving people. The druids, Celtic magic, all that happy stuff. So someone, probably the pope at the time...*Warning* I am NOT Catholic, so if you are and are easily offended..what the hell are you doing here in the first place? Jeez,can I continue? Thank you. So the Pope says to Patrick (He wasn't a saint yet) .."Hey Pat! See that little island over there? No, that's England....over more...No that's Iceland, you went too far, bring it back....and....there! Yea, that's Ireland. They're a bunch of heathens, go make them Catholic" So Pat hops on a boat and goes to Ireland. Now when he lands, the Irish folk welcome him with open arms. You see, Ireland is a magical place with four leaf clovers, rainbows and pots of gold, leprechauns and potato fields as far as the eye can see. But Pat knows that this will simply not do, so he teaches them about Jesus and the love of Christians. Well, the druids don't want to give up the old religion, so Pat starts burning Leprechauns. Just grabbing them up and throwing them on the fire. Of course the Irish are devastated and promise to convert if he stops this killing spree. Pat agrees, the island becomes Catholic, the church makes him a saint and that's the reason you never see leprechauns. They are an endangered species and are afraid of humans. Those Bastards!
So now you know.....only you don't cause I made it up.
So drink your green beer and bask in the drunken glow of oblivion.
I really could care less.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Ok, I have gone from mad to down right pissed! Since no one reads this anyway I am going to let you all have it!
Listen bitches, if you can't stop being "friends" with your kids and start being parents, I am going to come and find you and personally kick your ass. Yea, you heard me. and yes I AM talking to you. Your kid is an asshole, let me count the ways:
1. you bail them out of EVERY situation instead of having them face consequences. If you let them fall once in a while without you running to them, picking them up and kissing their backsides, then maybe I wouldn't be afraid for the future of this country.
2. You care what they think. Simple. Your kids have WAAAYY too many opinions. You know what my kids think? That I am one dirty sock on the floor from a full metal jacket mental breakdown. I'm not really, that's why I take meds, but THEY don't know that. Living in fear is healthy. Not the psycho, beat your kids cause you are a wasteoid druggy or alcoholic kind of fear. Good fear, that if you slam that bedroom door I am going to take it off the hinges. Doors are a privilege. You know where I learned that? My dad. You see, I was a smart-ass kid, I know, shocker. I was in trouble all the time. If there was a curfew, I was breaking it. I used to get grounded from wearing my favorite clothes because my grades weren't good. That was healthy fear. As a kid I thought my parents were crazy, but as a parent I now know that I made them that way.
3. YOU ARE THE BOSS! NOT THEM. You would think this is obvious and my husband tries to let them get away with this. If I do something and my husband says "Uh oh...Rosemary's Baby(daughter #2) isn't gonna like that.." You know what I say? "I'm sorry, does it look like I GIVE A SHIT!!" cause guess what, I don't. You don't have to like it. Do what you like when you are older and you have your own kids to boss around.
4. You're kids are disgusting. I am around pre-pubescent ALL DAY LONG! They are perverted, gross, they smell and they are rude. Yes there all some exceptions. (The kids I worked with last year were no where near this bad) but then there are the ones that come at you and make the stabbing pain in your head intensify by 1000.
Ok, I know that I am losing you, if you are actually reading this.....
Teach your kids to be the type of person you enjoy being around.
Remember, if your kids are assholes, there's a 99% chance you're an asshole too.
I'm going to have a beer.
Here endeth the lesson
Listen bitches, if you can't stop being "friends" with your kids and start being parents, I am going to come and find you and personally kick your ass. Yea, you heard me. and yes I AM talking to you. Your kid is an asshole, let me count the ways:
1. you bail them out of EVERY situation instead of having them face consequences. If you let them fall once in a while without you running to them, picking them up and kissing their backsides, then maybe I wouldn't be afraid for the future of this country.
2. You care what they think. Simple. Your kids have WAAAYY too many opinions. You know what my kids think? That I am one dirty sock on the floor from a full metal jacket mental breakdown. I'm not really, that's why I take meds, but THEY don't know that. Living in fear is healthy. Not the psycho, beat your kids cause you are a wasteoid druggy or alcoholic kind of fear. Good fear, that if you slam that bedroom door I am going to take it off the hinges. Doors are a privilege. You know where I learned that? My dad. You see, I was a smart-ass kid, I know, shocker. I was in trouble all the time. If there was a curfew, I was breaking it. I used to get grounded from wearing my favorite clothes because my grades weren't good. That was healthy fear. As a kid I thought my parents were crazy, but as a parent I now know that I made them that way.
3. YOU ARE THE BOSS! NOT THEM. You would think this is obvious and my husband tries to let them get away with this. If I do something and my husband says "Uh oh...Rosemary's Baby(daughter #2) isn't gonna like that.." You know what I say? "I'm sorry, does it look like I GIVE A SHIT!!" cause guess what, I don't. You don't have to like it. Do what you like when you are older and you have your own kids to boss around.
4. You're kids are disgusting. I am around pre-pubescent ALL DAY LONG! They are perverted, gross, they smell and they are rude. Yes there all some exceptions. (The kids I worked with last year were no where near this bad) but then there are the ones that come at you and make the stabbing pain in your head intensify by 1000.
Ok, I know that I am losing you, if you are actually reading this.....
Teach your kids to be the type of person you enjoy being around.
Remember, if your kids are assholes, there's a 99% chance you're an asshole too.
I'm going to have a beer.
Here endeth the lesson
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