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Have you seen the previews for the “Monster In-Law” movie? Well, that seems to sum up Mike’s mother and my relationship. In the beginning, I tried. I’d go out of my way to be helpful and make little "brown-nose" comments and all that humble bullshit. Now I just don’t care though. No matter what, she has some little smartass look or just acts like I’m not there, so FUCK IT - besides, you don’t marry a family, only into one.
Despite the adversity of not only his family, but in some respects mine as well, we are still together. When we first met he used to always say, “Watch and see, I’m gonna make you mine.” I was just like, “Yeah, whatever.”
Lo and behold…
Ok despite all that irrelevant bullshit, I am still with Mike. Along with that fact, I am still unemployed - living solely on the government’s wages - doing oddjobs to meet the ends which seem to have no end at all.
I was sued by Discover Card because I haven’t been paying on a decade-old debt accumulated when I was eighteen. I let it go and “Fo’got ‘bout it” cuz of some advice my “financially educated” father gave me. So, when I DO get a job… garnished wages, here I come…
I’ve yet to realize “responsibility’s” middle name, obviously.
Try though I may, my “real” life is bound in shackles.
I’m currently at my family’s house, not at Mike’s. Basically I am bound in a “trial period” situation with the stakes mounted high. Either my shit gets on track or it doesn’t. That includes my mindset as well.
The aftermath of my suicidal deficiency forces me to go to “Point A” or “Point B.” If I can’t end it, which I seem to be unable to fulfill, I must “MEND it.”
Only time shall tell…
TBC…?
Ok, fuck “to be continued.” I feel the need to continue now.
Tonight (Well, yesterday…) is the first night I have been in contact with anyone other than Mike, and those associated with him.
I caught up with my Misty-moo.
* sigh * I love her. She is one of those “universal bestest of best friends” that you can haphazardly miss for a month or two, yet when you finally reunite, it’s like you never parted. You start where you stopped, though your love never stopped the whole time. Did I mention how much I loved her? Well, I do. I just wrote a dumbass poem in my dumbass head…
Are ya ready?
“Wanna hea’ it? Hea’ it go…”
"I do -
I do -
So love my misty moo.
Whether I’m happy as hell,
Or skies seem more gray than blue…
I love -
I love -
My misty moo."
You like that?
Shut up. Who asked you?
Oh... I did... Yeah that’s right...
Well screw it. I like it. And all that matters is my misty moo does as well.
I can hear it now…
Misty: Umm, Tiff... I appreciate the poem... but... uh, it sux ass.
:-P
Anyway, like I mentioned I’m still with Mike. I love Mike, but damnit if I don’t want to KILL HIS ASS sometimes... or rather, kill my own ass. Oh hang on - Tangent Girl swings into effect - I have been battling major depression lately. I almost exited this pathetic planet a few weeks ago, but damnit to hell if I can’t even do that right. Come to find out if you really want to do the “dew” you go vertically instead of horizontally.
Yes, sick and twisted, I am, I am, fuck a damn green eggs and ham.
“Why?” you may ask... “Why is that bitch so screwed up in that dirty-minded head of hers?”
That question, my friends, is one that has plagued mankind (not to mention man-notsokind) for (a) decade.
Well, I’ll tell you what... I have been driven insane by one enigma. I have been pushed over the edge by an equation which seems to thrive off of ignorance. This one bothersome enigma I shall reservedly share with you now... i am unsure if you, as well as the rest of this retarded planet is ready for the thought processes which are to follow, yet I am bound by my destiny to pass this great philosophical query on...
“Drumroll, please…”
“Which came first: the chicken or the egg??”
FUCK IF I KNOW!! SOMEONE PLEASE ENLIGHTEN ME!!
please??? * squiggly face *
Despite the adversity of not only his family, but in some respects mine as well, we are still together. When we first met he used to always say, “Watch and see, I’m gonna make you mine.” I was just like, “Yeah, whatever.”
Lo and behold…
Ok despite all that irrelevant bullshit, I am still with Mike. Along with that fact, I am still unemployed - living solely on the government’s wages - doing oddjobs to meet the ends which seem to have no end at all.
I was sued by Discover Card because I haven’t been paying on a decade-old debt accumulated when I was eighteen. I let it go and “Fo’got ‘bout it” cuz of some advice my “financially educated” father gave me. So, when I DO get a job… garnished wages, here I come…
I’ve yet to realize “responsibility’s” middle name, obviously.
Try though I may, my “real” life is bound in shackles.
I’m currently at my family’s house, not at Mike’s. Basically I am bound in a “trial period” situation with the stakes mounted high. Either my shit gets on track or it doesn’t. That includes my mindset as well.
The aftermath of my suicidal deficiency forces me to go to “Point A” or “Point B.” If I can’t end it, which I seem to be unable to fulfill, I must “MEND it.”
Only time shall tell…
TBC…?
Ok, fuck “to be continued.” I feel the need to continue now.
Tonight (Well, yesterday…) is the first night I have been in contact with anyone other than Mike, and those associated with him.
I caught up with my Misty-moo.
* sigh * I love her. She is one of those “universal bestest of best friends” that you can haphazardly miss for a month or two, yet when you finally reunite, it’s like you never parted. You start where you stopped, though your love never stopped the whole time. Did I mention how much I loved her? Well, I do. I just wrote a dumbass poem in my dumbass head…
Are ya ready?
“Wanna hea’ it? Hea’ it go…”
"I do -
I do -
So love my misty moo.
Whether I’m happy as hell,
Or skies seem more gray than blue…
I love -
I love -
My misty moo."
You like that?
Shut up. Who asked you?
Oh... I did... Yeah that’s right...
Well screw it. I like it. And all that matters is my misty moo does as well.
I can hear it now…
Misty: Umm, Tiff... I appreciate the poem... but... uh, it sux ass.
:-P
Anyway, like I mentioned I’m still with Mike. I love Mike, but damnit if I don’t want to KILL HIS ASS sometimes... or rather, kill my own ass. Oh hang on - Tangent Girl swings into effect - I have been battling major depression lately. I almost exited this pathetic planet a few weeks ago, but damnit to hell if I can’t even do that right. Come to find out if you really want to do the “dew” you go vertically instead of horizontally.
Yes, sick and twisted, I am, I am, fuck a damn green eggs and ham.
“Why?” you may ask... “Why is that bitch so screwed up in that dirty-minded head of hers?”
That question, my friends, is one that has plagued mankind (not to mention man-notsokind) for (a) decade.
Well, I’ll tell you what... I have been driven insane by one enigma. I have been pushed over the edge by an equation which seems to thrive off of ignorance. This one bothersome enigma I shall reservedly share with you now... i am unsure if you, as well as the rest of this retarded planet is ready for the thought processes which are to follow, yet I am bound by my destiny to pass this great philosophical query on...
“Drumroll, please…”
“Which came first: the chicken or the egg??”
FUCK IF I KNOW!! SOMEONE PLEASE ENLIGHTEN ME!!
please??? * squiggly face *