I'm Back!

I generally try to be a happy person, and I uber-hate confrontations. But sometimes rainbows and fucking glitter have to take a backseat to fire and brimstone and the half-evil side of me coming out (Mr Realist thinks I need a 333 tattoo). It's why I'm romantically involved with Kisha. I save up some nuggets of brimstone and tongues of flame, and let them all go on Mondays. It's a perfect fucking day to bitch. Mondays suck most of the time.

~ My boss walked in today, after being in Vegas at a Licensing Show, and starts bitching. Gah - I was doing so well, Boss! Just let me do my work and we'll get it fixed! Besides, if you want all this shit done, I'm going to need some help.

~Mr Realist has a doctor's appointment on Thursday...to discuss what he has to do about his newly-discovered diabetes. He's pretty pissed at himself--he did say he's the one that let it get this far; just kept putting off getting healthier, and now it's come back to bite him in the ass.

~There's not much else to bitch about...so far...

I'm going to start doing this more often. :)

Ms D