hey hey the gangs all here.
don't really have a whole lot to say.
everything is just really overwhelming right now. I have to call my landlord today and see if she will let me use half of my deposit for this months rent.
my job interview went great but the district manager is a total tard and called me for a 2nd interview from her shitty cell phone and I couldn't understand any of the message she left me. So after trying for a week and a half to get someone to call me back I finally caught her at the lacey office to touch base on a follow up. She fucking tried to make ME feel stupid by saying that she had "left a couple messages" in which I explained that her cell phone (that she so unprofessionally called me from) was cutting out so bad I had absolutly no idea who the message was even from. I think that she's just dicking me around now.
On top of all that Violet's been sick with the snotties and a re-occuring fever and two top teeth that just showed themselves today. I just want to cry because I feel like I'm an awful mother. My baby girl has been miserable and her little chubby outreached hands are tugging at my heart strings.
I hate knowing that Glen is dying not being able to see Violet. But I also hate knowing that its making him take unnecessary action against me in hopes that I suffer as well. I was under the impression that he was going to take responsibility for his actions and was understanding the importance in getting help. Oh, but how easily I forget that Glen is a fucking con artist and made sure that I was convinced by influential parties of his brainwashed army. *sigh* He's got a great version of the night in question that depicts me beating up him. HA. Well, I'd love to slip those melodious 911 calls in McCoy's jukebox in which you can hear me screaming for help as you attack me, then a crackalackin' cut of me gasping for air as your lift-em-up-choke-hold had my friggin' life flashing before my eyes. HOTT. Yeah, that's the cut. UUuuuuH!
Okay. That little release made me feel better.
I just hate sitting here at work dwelling on all this shit. LJ is probably the best place for me to be through all this. Writing is in my blood. Its always been my voice (YAAAAR!!), and lately I've been letting all this shit take that voice away. I fucking hate that. How DARE he throw threats around town so he can feel like he's still here bullying me into a corner. The only corner I'm in is this vengence-made boxing ring you'll end up face down in.
All he will be proving is that he is still the finger-pointing manchild that wants to avoid owning up to GROWING UP as he tries to "expose me" and my unfit-parenting ways. You're right, Glen. I'm one evil bitch for giving up any sort of a social life to work and spend very remaining possible minute with the daughter that is hands down worth more than a bunch of self-centered assholes at a bar.
everything is just really overwhelming right now. I have to call my landlord today and see if she will let me use half of my deposit for this months rent.
my job interview went great but the district manager is a total tard and called me for a 2nd interview from her shitty cell phone and I couldn't understand any of the message she left me. So after trying for a week and a half to get someone to call me back I finally caught her at the lacey office to touch base on a follow up. She fucking tried to make ME feel stupid by saying that she had "left a couple messages" in which I explained that her cell phone (that she so unprofessionally called me from) was cutting out so bad I had absolutly no idea who the message was even from. I think that she's just dicking me around now.
On top of all that Violet's been sick with the snotties and a re-occuring fever and two top teeth that just showed themselves today. I just want to cry because I feel like I'm an awful mother. My baby girl has been miserable and her little chubby outreached hands are tugging at my heart strings.
I hate knowing that Glen is dying not being able to see Violet. But I also hate knowing that its making him take unnecessary action against me in hopes that I suffer as well. I was under the impression that he was going to take responsibility for his actions and was understanding the importance in getting help. Oh, but how easily I forget that Glen is a fucking con artist and made sure that I was convinced by influential parties of his brainwashed army. *sigh* He's got a great version of the night in question that depicts me beating up him. HA. Well, I'd love to slip those melodious 911 calls in McCoy's jukebox in which you can hear me screaming for help as you attack me, then a crackalackin' cut of me gasping for air as your lift-em-up-choke-hold had my friggin' life flashing before my eyes. HOTT. Yeah, that's the cut. UUuuuuH!
Okay. That little release made me feel better.
I just hate sitting here at work dwelling on all this shit. LJ is probably the best place for me to be through all this. Writing is in my blood. Its always been my voice (YAAAAR!!), and lately I've been letting all this shit take that voice away. I fucking hate that. How DARE he throw threats around town so he can feel like he's still here bullying me into a corner. The only corner I'm in is this vengence-made boxing ring you'll end up face down in.
All he will be proving is that he is still the finger-pointing manchild that wants to avoid owning up to GROWING UP as he tries to "expose me" and my unfit-parenting ways. You're right, Glen. I'm one evil bitch for giving up any sort of a social life to work and spend very remaining possible minute with the daughter that is hands down worth more than a bunch of self-centered assholes at a bar.