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My headspace is full.
My headspace is full. There is literally NO MORE ROOM for add one more worry, insecurity, struggle, or anxiety inducing moments. None! The last few days have been so FULL OF SHIT that I just haven't had time take a five minute breather let alone take the time get my hair cut or write a letter Boot Camp Boy. That said.... Even though I was forewarned by the meme not cut my own bangs, I did anyway. This morning. In the bathroom. With my kitchen sheers. [insert nail biting emoji here} We'll see how it turns out when my hair dries and I style it for work today. It can't be any worse than it had been looking.... If anything, this will force get in there and have an actual professional fix my mess. My father's Brother in Law has been calling me non stop since Tuesday night. I've grown to hate this man. He has been asking about my father's van and hinting around that he would like to have it. "I'd hate to see them tow it." "I'm sure he had some tools in there." "I know that it runs well, your dad was a good mechanic." Any of the Michigander's know... Our secretary of state is open to appointment only visits. I have an appointment scheduled, I had to wait for a death certific and I am trying get this taken care of as soon as I can. How is he not understanding this?? I finally told him last night that once I got the title I planned on signing it over to him. I have no need for a twenty year old van. None what-so-ever. The Hippie also decided to text yesterday. Burned bridge remorse?? It is now ok, apparently, text him, call him, visit him if I ever need/want . Uh, HELL NO, fucking asshole. I was a little childish in my response, but it felt good saying.... "This fat bitch says not a chance. Thank you, but no thank you." I've got enough of my own drama going on add that train wreck the mix. I just don't have it in anymore. I can say is, thank God it's Friday today. I wonder what fresh hell this day has in store for ..... Wish luck! |
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Yes, you've got enough on your plate without the Hippy, Hippy, Shake
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7/16/2021 9:30 am |
best of luck. big breath, one day (or hour, if need be at first) at a time!
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Good luck
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BIG *. *. *
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7/16/2021 4:14 am |
I love it when I get those chances to get my revenge on someone that was rude to me.
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There is literally NO MORE ROOM for me to add one more worry, insecurity, struggle, or anxiety inducing moments. None! The last few days have been so FULL OF SHIT that I just haven't had time to take a five minute breather let alone take the time to get my hair cut or write a letter to Boot Camp Boy. That said.... Even though I was forewarned by the meme to not cut my own bangs, I did anyway. This morning. In the bathroom. With my kitchen sheers. [insert nail biting emoji here} We'll see how it turns out when my hair dries and I style it for work today. It can't be any worse than it had been looking.... If anything, this will force me to get in there and have an actual professional fix my mess. My father's Brother in Law has been calling me non stop since Tuesday night. I've grown to hate this man. He has been asking about my father's van and hinting around that he would like to have it. "I'd hate to see them tow it." "I'm sure he had some tools in there." "I know that it runs well, your dad was a good mechanic." Any of the Michigander's know... Our secretary of state is open to appointment only visits. I have an appointment scheduled, I had to wait for a death certificate, and I am trying to get this taken care of as soon as I can. How is he not understanding this?? I finally told him last night that once I got the title I planned on signing it over to him. I have no need for a twenty year old van. None what-so-ever. The Hippie also decided to text me yesterday. Burned bridge remorse?? It is not ok, apparently, to text him, call him, visit him if I ever need/want to. Uh, HELL NO, fucking asshole. I was a little childish in my response, but it felt good saying.... "This fat bitch says not a chance. Thank you, but no thank you." I've got enough of my own drama going on to add that train wreck to the mix. I just don't have it in me anymore. All I can say is, thank God it's Friday today. I wonder what fresh hell this day has in store for me..... Wish me luck!
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