Phuk Et!
I cannot believe that the first thing I noticed today was that Burns-Flanders was MIA. Who gives a flying fuck if he's in or not? Apparently I do. But that wasn't the thing that aggravated me today. It was one of my stalkers raised from the dead. The scene of the crime was around 5:45ish PM. While I was taking a long cat nap, I awoke from a faint but persistent ringing of the phone, which I presumed to be my sister calling for her personal cabbie. I wish it was her instead of the jerk who called trying to get me into a conversation which I preferred to avoid.
But you know me, I'm even so nice as to accommodate my abuser and played helpless victim to his ultra wonderful ego. I was all politeness even if in my head, thoughts of 1000 ways to kill him passed along the wavelines. When he was talking about lucky he was that his wife talked him out of vacationing in Phuket, and the resort that they were supposed to stay at was levelled during the tsunami, I was so tempted to have him stay there and never come back. But I realize that would be unfair to his wife who did nothing wrong but play dumb and to his unborn child, who also did nothing wrong. Should I wish to deprive a wife her supposedly loving and devoted husband, just because he did me wrong and I have retribution in my mind, which I don't have the guts nor the conscience to carry out?
All said and done, my blood could only boil, my repressed memories only resurfaced after that phone was put down. I was too tired to slam it down. And I just wished that it doesn't happen to my loved ones what happened to me thrice in a blue moon.
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On to more uplifting note: My pseudo mommy told me that there is a new addition to the party with the Mexicans on New Year's Eve. It seems that a Mexican cousin flew in from Philadelphia as a last minute surprise visit for the holidays. My pseudo mommy was contemplating of having me invite my sister just to "double-up" with two very single Mexican guys, but she had 2nd thoughts about the idea of having my sister join in, because as she puts it, my sister is even more of a wet blanket than I am, which doesn't do much for her mission to corrupt me because I'd be hanging out with Mother Theresa incarnate.
So my pseudo mommy invited my other, but more corrupted (than me, of course), coworker but she already has plans to go to Ottawa for the New Years. My pseudo mommy was planning to hand her the 6 ft. 2 import while I have pigmy P just to balance out the ecosystem. But that plan's shot, so now maybe I could get my choice from two and I'd have first dibs. Hooray for me. But I remember what happens to greedy monkeys - their hands get stuck in the cookie jar. Now we don't want that to happen.
Well, turns out that my sister does not have to work on Friday so I will see how it goes. Would it be a fun adult fair or more like child's play with my kid sister around. Who knows, maybe we will be in for hella of a baptism. And they're South African Jewish Greeks to boot.
Which reminds me.....my pseudo mommy asked me whether I liked Meat Loaf because I believed that he'd do anything for love? Hahahaha. I forgot to tell her that aside from Willem Dafoe and Alan Rickman, I believed that Harvey Keitel could very well play me like the keys on The Piano and I would not mind an inch.
But you know me, I'm even so nice as to accommodate my abuser and played helpless victim to his ultra wonderful ego. I was all politeness even if in my head, thoughts of 1000 ways to kill him passed along the wavelines. When he was talking about lucky he was that his wife talked him out of vacationing in Phuket, and the resort that they were supposed to stay at was levelled during the tsunami, I was so tempted to have him stay there and never come back. But I realize that would be unfair to his wife who did nothing wrong but play dumb and to his unborn child, who also did nothing wrong. Should I wish to deprive a wife her supposedly loving and devoted husband, just because he did me wrong and I have retribution in my mind, which I don't have the guts nor the conscience to carry out?
All said and done, my blood could only boil, my repressed memories only resurfaced after that phone was put down. I was too tired to slam it down. And I just wished that it doesn't happen to my loved ones what happened to me thrice in a blue moon.
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On to more uplifting note: My pseudo mommy told me that there is a new addition to the party with the Mexicans on New Year's Eve. It seems that a Mexican cousin flew in from Philadelphia as a last minute surprise visit for the holidays. My pseudo mommy was contemplating of having me invite my sister just to "double-up" with two very single Mexican guys, but she had 2nd thoughts about the idea of having my sister join in, because as she puts it, my sister is even more of a wet blanket than I am, which doesn't do much for her mission to corrupt me because I'd be hanging out with Mother Theresa incarnate.
So my pseudo mommy invited my other, but more corrupted (than me, of course), coworker but she already has plans to go to Ottawa for the New Years. My pseudo mommy was planning to hand her the 6 ft. 2 import while I have pigmy P just to balance out the ecosystem. But that plan's shot, so now maybe I could get my choice from two and I'd have first dibs. Hooray for me. But I remember what happens to greedy monkeys - their hands get stuck in the cookie jar. Now we don't want that to happen.
Well, turns out that my sister does not have to work on Friday so I will see how it goes. Would it be a fun adult fair or more like child's play with my kid sister around. Who knows, maybe we will be in for hella of a baptism. And they're South African Jewish Greeks to boot.
Which reminds me.....my pseudo mommy asked me whether I liked Meat Loaf because I believed that he'd do anything for love? Hahahaha. I forgot to tell her that aside from Willem Dafoe and Alan Rickman, I believed that Harvey Keitel could very well play me like the keys on The Piano and I would not mind an inch.