Shopping and Dicks
April gave me a gift certificate to amazon.com because she is so very diabolical and sweet <3. Now I have been having the best time for days and days surfing all over the site finding out just how much stuff they actually sell there. It occurs to me that I should choose something to actually buy out of all those wonderful things. A girdle with super-lycra butt-lift would probably be what I SHOULD buy, but April said to get something fun, so I guess an undergarment that it takes 10 minutes to painfully squeeze into does not fit that description. I will have to do some serious shopping - which will be fun, too.
My family is a bunch of dicks - do I ever mention that? Spouse has been trying to be nice lately, I can tell. I apparently irritate him past the point of his control occasionally and he does something to really, really, really piss me off, but then he gets nice again. He must realize that I'm the one that does his taxes. Money is everything to him.
Brian Jr is working, going to school AND going to night classes. He is one grouchy little son-of-a-bitch. He seems more agreeable than when he was getting drunk and high all the time, though. I just hope that he finds a balance that makes him happy in life.
Stephen has learned to be a man. Now he's a dick. He has his friends over on the weekends so they can be loud and weird and he can leave shit laying around and make a mess and blame it on them. Then he uses these Larry, Curly and Moe escapades to piss off his sweet girlfriend. If she tells him off I don't blame her, but I doubt that he would understand a word of it - he's being a dick.
Ooooh yeah - speaking of dicks - Mark is being a dick. He's having family problems - his family IS a problem. He all vents at me and I think that I have finally figured this shit out. Let them vent. They do not want advice or help. If you try to help then they wind up putting you down.
So I offer to listen and get told: You can make suggestions, why the hell would you think I'd only want you to sit there and be quiet? I can talk to a wall and get the same response
So like a moron I screw up my courage and give the best advice I can in the subject I was college-trained to deal with - drug addiction and family dynamics.
Long story shorter - he goes off on a childish bender of blaming and mockery and claiming to know the mind of an addict and using addicts as scapegoats. Being in recovery myself I was not in the mood to have a gambling addict-in-denial make everyone else with an addiction evil malicious purveyors of pain while whining about himself being a victim of it all. I've seen addiction from every angle possible, inside and out and I'm not very nice when someone asks my help and then refuses to listen. Fuck that.
Now I'm being a dick. The female equivalent of. Clitoris? I'm being a clit? The "cunt" is not actually the analog, now is it? Well - that's what they will call it isn't it? I can hear it now. "What's wrong with her? Is she on the rag? What a cunt."
Fine. Fuck 'em.
PS. Apparently Spouse is NOT trying to be nice. That's what he says. My bad. Or maybe he doesn't want me to do the taxes. I can't seem to ever figure out what the fuck he is trying to say. He obviously does not speak whatever language I do. Nor does he understand it.
My family is a bunch of dicks - do I ever mention that? Spouse has been trying to be nice lately, I can tell. I apparently irritate him past the point of his control occasionally and he does something to really, really, really piss me off, but then he gets nice again. He must realize that I'm the one that does his taxes. Money is everything to him.
Brian Jr is working, going to school AND going to night classes. He is one grouchy little son-of-a-bitch. He seems more agreeable than when he was getting drunk and high all the time, though. I just hope that he finds a balance that makes him happy in life.
Stephen has learned to be a man. Now he's a dick. He has his friends over on the weekends so they can be loud and weird and he can leave shit laying around and make a mess and blame it on them. Then he uses these Larry, Curly and Moe escapades to piss off his sweet girlfriend. If she tells him off I don't blame her, but I doubt that he would understand a word of it - he's being a dick.
Ooooh yeah - speaking of dicks - Mark is being a dick. He's having family problems - his family IS a problem. He all vents at me and I think that I have finally figured this shit out. Let them vent. They do not want advice or help. If you try to help then they wind up putting you down.
So I offer to listen and get told: You can make suggestions, why the hell would you think I'd only want you to sit there and be quiet? I can talk to a wall and get the same response
So like a moron I screw up my courage and give the best advice I can in the subject I was college-trained to deal with - drug addiction and family dynamics.
Long story shorter - he goes off on a childish bender of blaming and mockery and claiming to know the mind of an addict and using addicts as scapegoats. Being in recovery myself I was not in the mood to have a gambling addict-in-denial make everyone else with an addiction evil malicious purveyors of pain while whining about himself being a victim of it all. I've seen addiction from every angle possible, inside and out and I'm not very nice when someone asks my help and then refuses to listen. Fuck that.
Now I'm being a dick. The female equivalent of. Clitoris? I'm being a clit? The "cunt" is not actually the analog, now is it? Well - that's what they will call it isn't it? I can hear it now. "What's wrong with her? Is she on the rag? What a cunt."
Fine. Fuck 'em.
PS. Apparently Spouse is NOT trying to be nice. That's what he says. My bad. Or maybe he doesn't want me to do the taxes. I can't seem to ever figure out what the fuck he is trying to say. He obviously does not speak whatever language I do. Nor does he understand it.