UGH
This morning fucking moron Nardo retardo, inadvertently in his inebriated stupor turned the breaker on to my bedroom.
I awoke at 6am with a throbbing headache and face pain. EMF electromagnetic fields irritating my face.
It's 7am. Jackass is so brain dead, he denied having cooked and messed up the kitchen yesterday. He's
been drinking secretly telling GF that he isn't, but it's obvious in his disgruntled mannerisms.
Transgender, 3rd Gender, Gender Fluid Pigs, Castration is too good for him!
I need to kick his goddam ass yet once again
Yesterday was a difficult day with some major business to take care of for GF. I experienced a lot of face pain and my butthole surfing was in a lot of pain. I got most of it done, but we still have to reroute an order of product, which was attempted to be delivered to the house, but should have gone to the salon. It's like chasing rats, and herding cats these days. Nothing is simple. Just to get a cheque in US funds and courier it to the supplier is impossible. Couriers don't deliver to mailboxes. Duh. So we had to use Express post. What a runaround. Today is normally her day off, but she has chosen to work to accommodate an overage of clients as it gets overbooked coming up to Christmas. 'Tis the season to be busy!
Now, as for Nardo. He is squirrelly as a rat caught in a trap, gnawing off his legs trying to get out of his self-imposed cage. He has no consciousness of anything we do. He has no involvement with us. He constantly runs out for junk food to feed his ugly face. He is a disgrace to mama and the family. If I was godfather, I'd kick his ass into being. GF said she asked him why he's angry at me. He told her that I should stop trying to "help him", whatever the fuck that means. This is the same guy who previously told her he feels he lacks structure and a male example of how to be successful and establish a career for himself. The same idiot that keeps sabotaging his opportunities to end up in the drunk tank playing video games on X-box. Let me paint you a picture of Mr. Nardo's ass.
Spent the night dressed in drag drinking with the boys. Didn't feed the rabbits. GF filled in, with no word from him or where he was. He returned home in the morning going straight to bed, slept for an hour, then awoke and began use the kitchen to feed his face. Used up all the sausage, and potatoes, smoking the house up burning food in the kitchen, left a mess and took his food downstairs to assimilate. Later came upstairs and out the door to get a large pizza from the local pizzeria (and booze), to stuff his face again. Back downstairs on his computer, doing who knows what. Up the stairs again to raid the freezer to boil a bag of perogies GF had saved to serve for her daughter's family visit this Sunday. This is a guy who never paid the rent this month fully, but needs to stuff his face with our fridge as he prances around in his "womanity" undergarment hiding his nasty tits and scratching his balls. He is a disgrace to humanity, an elephant man, if only his condition was treatable with aspirin. But it needs a cocktail of supplements and cognitive behaviour training. Where do we get help for this?
His response has been irate. When asked by GF about anything he snaps at her, frustrated with her over concern for his "welfare". What part of welfare does he not understand? He is a fucking welfare state! So I have been avoiding him so as not to confront his drunken ass, because if he says anything accusatory to me I'm going to punch him in the face. Then finish the job with my boot. My wish is to give him a scar he can remember every time he looks at his ugly mug in the mirror. Something to help him remember that there are others in this world and that he is not the only piece of shit on the planet. Maybe he would like a knuckle sandwich for desert. He certainly deserves it. I have no wonder why he struggles to maintain friends. He's a fucking goddam basket case.
He's on his computer all night, I can see the light on the router as I get up to the washroom at night. There is no approaching him without irritating him for his own unknown reasons. I've done nothing a father wouldn't have to try to help him out of his confusion. But he rejects it. He seems determined to figure everything out by himself, at which he fails miserably every time he rears his ugly head.
Transvegetable Transgender Agender 13
Well, if I can find the patience, it is a blessing that he has put his name in for subsidized housing. He should really be in rehab, since he doesn't appreciate what we've provided for him. He sometimes goes to AA, but thinks that's somehow beneath him, then drinks accordingly. His court case is tomorrow, good luck on that one for hitting a cop. Maybe he will move soon, or maybe I can find affordable accommodation elsewhere. That is, if we don't kill each other first..
I'm sitting up writing this with the power breaker on in my room, EMF silver thread shield material over my
head to stop the pain, wanting to strangle him for his inconsideration of my health. He is downstairs snoring
with the breaker switch left on, to which I have no access, but to wake him/her or go into his/her room.
.
I awoke at 6am with a throbbing headache and face pain. EMF electromagnetic fields irritating my face.
It's 7am. Jackass is so brain dead, he denied having cooked and messed up the kitchen yesterday. He's
been drinking secretly telling GF that he isn't, but it's obvious in his disgruntled mannerisms.
Transgender, 3rd Gender, Gender Fluid Pigs, Castration is too good for him!
I need to kick his goddam ass yet once again
Yesterday was a difficult day with some major business to take care of for GF. I experienced a lot of face pain and my butthole surfing was in a lot of pain. I got most of it done, but we still have to reroute an order of product, which was attempted to be delivered to the house, but should have gone to the salon. It's like chasing rats, and herding cats these days. Nothing is simple. Just to get a cheque in US funds and courier it to the supplier is impossible. Couriers don't deliver to mailboxes. Duh. So we had to use Express post. What a runaround. Today is normally her day off, but she has chosen to work to accommodate an overage of clients as it gets overbooked coming up to Christmas. 'Tis the season to be busy!
Now, as for Nardo. He is squirrelly as a rat caught in a trap, gnawing off his legs trying to get out of his self-imposed cage. He has no consciousness of anything we do. He has no involvement with us. He constantly runs out for junk food to feed his ugly face. He is a disgrace to mama and the family. If I was godfather, I'd kick his ass into being. GF said she asked him why he's angry at me. He told her that I should stop trying to "help him", whatever the fuck that means. This is the same guy who previously told her he feels he lacks structure and a male example of how to be successful and establish a career for himself. The same idiot that keeps sabotaging his opportunities to end up in the drunk tank playing video games on X-box. Let me paint you a picture of Mr. Nardo's ass.
Spent the night dressed in drag drinking with the boys. Didn't feed the rabbits. GF filled in, with no word from him or where he was. He returned home in the morning going straight to bed, slept for an hour, then awoke and began use the kitchen to feed his face. Used up all the sausage, and potatoes, smoking the house up burning food in the kitchen, left a mess and took his food downstairs to assimilate. Later came upstairs and out the door to get a large pizza from the local pizzeria (and booze), to stuff his face again. Back downstairs on his computer, doing who knows what. Up the stairs again to raid the freezer to boil a bag of perogies GF had saved to serve for her daughter's family visit this Sunday. This is a guy who never paid the rent this month fully, but needs to stuff his face with our fridge as he prances around in his "womanity" undergarment hiding his nasty tits and scratching his balls. He is a disgrace to humanity, an elephant man, if only his condition was treatable with aspirin. But it needs a cocktail of supplements and cognitive behaviour training. Where do we get help for this?
His response has been irate. When asked by GF about anything he snaps at her, frustrated with her over concern for his "welfare". What part of welfare does he not understand? He is a fucking welfare state! So I have been avoiding him so as not to confront his drunken ass, because if he says anything accusatory to me I'm going to punch him in the face. Then finish the job with my boot. My wish is to give him a scar he can remember every time he looks at his ugly mug in the mirror. Something to help him remember that there are others in this world and that he is not the only piece of shit on the planet. Maybe he would like a knuckle sandwich for desert. He certainly deserves it. I have no wonder why he struggles to maintain friends. He's a fucking goddam basket case.
He's on his computer all night, I can see the light on the router as I get up to the washroom at night. There is no approaching him without irritating him for his own unknown reasons. I've done nothing a father wouldn't have to try to help him out of his confusion. But he rejects it. He seems determined to figure everything out by himself, at which he fails miserably every time he rears his ugly head.
Transvegetable Transgender Agender 13
Well, if I can find the patience, it is a blessing that he has put his name in for subsidized housing. He should really be in rehab, since he doesn't appreciate what we've provided for him. He sometimes goes to AA, but thinks that's somehow beneath him, then drinks accordingly. His court case is tomorrow, good luck on that one for hitting a cop. Maybe he will move soon, or maybe I can find affordable accommodation elsewhere. That is, if we don't kill each other first..
I'm sitting up writing this with the power breaker on in my room, EMF silver thread shield material over my
head to stop the pain, wanting to strangle him for his inconsideration of my health. He is downstairs snoring
with the breaker switch left on, to which I have no access, but to wake him/her or go into his/her room.
.