So if you read my blog I’m sure you’ve noticed I haven’t posted in a while. I could give you a million reasons why but we’ll just make it easy and refer to it as not fun times and move on. Sound good? Good! Other than not fun stuff I’ve been doing fun stuff. Fun-to-me fun stuff, like watching Breaking Bad, Adult Swim, and Friends and smoking fun stuff, reading fun stuff and breaking fun stuff (my car, dammit why do tires hate my soul so much?). The kids started back to school which yes I miss them and blah blah blah but also YAYYYYY! Quiet, oh how I’ve missed you! I get to watch what I want, cook just for me and just space out while staring at the tv. Man oh man, that’s good fucking times! I’ve harassed my Facebook friends and pissed some of them off and was blocked a few times. Lol. I mean, I type whore and some of these motherfuckers freak the fuck out. Geez, sorry………….whore. It’s not like I’m the bitch that made you fuck every guy in Massac and post pictures of your slut self online. My bad bitch. Now stop it.

       I posted the Nicki Minaj “Anaconda” video which got some mixed reviews. You either love it or hate it and apparently if you hate it you hate all the bitches that love it and feel the need to inbox me like it’s going to change my opinion of it. It’s not. It actually makes me like it more. I’m not saying to show it to your five year old or anything but dammit I’m 33 and if I wanna like a vulgar song and video dammit I’m gonna! “Oh, you hate whores but like this whore’s video, you’re such a hypocrite, wahhhhh.” Umm, yeah, and? Go sit your flat-ass down. Kthanxx. I get called a hypocrite more than I think I deserve to. I’m a woman, that’s the ONLY fucking reason I need to be unreasonable.

       I’m going to post the video below so you can watch and bitch or applaud.

       This blog is kinda short and kinda random but welcome to my brain. I need to get drunk and blog, now THAT my friends, that is an excellent plan. Until next time………….

 
 
        You all love blogs about whores so how about another one? I have a lot to say on the subject and not enough sense not to say it. It makes for a good combo. I think it, I write it, you read it. Seems simple enough yet any time I’ve ever written something negative about someone it gets taken the wrong way by someone else. I don’t know if you bitches have a guilty conscience or what but you need to just relax and sit back and enjoy the fucking ride. I’m on here just to have fun and laugh and that’s it. I cannot help it if some of you are always ready for an argument or feel like you have to be on the defense 24/7. It’s not necessary and it’s not cute. You look fucking insane.

       Whore seems to be the golden ticket when it comes to making you bitches paranoid that I’m referring to you. That and drama queen. Believe it or not, I know dozens of whores and dozens of drama queens. You’re not unique. You’re not special. Bitches like you are a dime a dozen and no one desires to try and fit in your shoes. Personally if someone was calling me a whore I’d be like fine, prove it. Show me something, ANYTHING that proves I’m a whore. When someone just gets mad and threatens me over calling them a whore my first thought and only thought is that that person has something out there in cyber/text world that more than validates my claim of that whore being a whore, unless of course they are also a drama queen. Dealing with a theatrical drama queen whore is unbelievably hard to do successfully. You just can't win. They will go on and on about why they do what they do and why it’s none of your business and why you’re wrong for bringing it up and you’re going to regret that one day and blah blah wah blah. It’s fucking ridiculous. Bitch didn’t no one make you lay down and spread your legs and I don’t give a fuck why you did it just fucking knock it the fuck off! You get zero sympathy! You’re a grown-ass woman and it’s time to take ownership of your actions and accept that you’re a dirty whore.

       There are whores who are proud to be whores. They like to say they’re doing nothing different than what guys do so it shouldn’t be a big deal and the only reason why people do make a big deal of it is because they’re women. Wrong. The only difference is that I call men “nasty” instead of whores. There are whores that feel important and pretty because fifty men have seen her nipples and they have plenty of numbers to call if the mood hits but truth is if they were worth more than a blow job they’d have something more than just a number and their name wouldn’t be saved under “Jim from work” in his phone. Bitch, you’re an easy lay. You’re a guaranteed sexual encounter and nothing more. Calm your tits. You’re a nobody.

       Right now at least two people probably thinks this is about them and the honest truth is it’s about no one in particular and everyone in between.  ;-)   I’m just saying. Or typing rather. If you don’t like being referred to as a whore, quit being one. It’s really that easy. As easy as saying “no” when that next guy you think is kind of cute after those four shots of tequila asks you to blow him in the bathroom. No. Say it!

       Until next time……………….

      

 
 
         I haven’t written a blog in a few weeks. I know some of you aware of why. I have been having a lot of problems with my stomach and pain and nausea and numerous other issues. I’ve had a few tests done and they have all pointed to the gallbladder. I went in to the emergency room around 7:00 that evening. I had called my family physician before I went in and was told I would be admitted in case surgery was necessary. So anyways, I get admitted Sunday night and they were talking about surgery Monday morning after my HIDA scan. My first night there was pretty uneventful. The next day was the scan and I’ve never been claustrophobic before but having that huge x-ray machine hovering above me just a few inches from my face certainly changed all that.  Turns out my gallbladder was working just fine and that meant more test needed to be done. Let the fun begin!

        The next day I went for my endoscopy. That was something I was terrified of. They kept telling me not to worry, that it only took maybe five minutes to do the test. Then I would remind them that even though it only took five minutes it was bad enough that they had to put me to sleep for it! They took me to pre-op first to get all the information needed for the anesthesiologist. After that I was taken to the holding area where the test would be done. While I was there a nurse came by and told two of the male nurses to come with her and she was definitely not happy. Next thing I knew I heard a male and a female voice yelling and screaming. Apparently this dude was King Asshole and this nurse was not giving any fucks about it. Lol. It was a good little show and it really did help calm my own nerves. It was a great distraction. Then I was rolled in to the last room where they started the medicine that would take me in to a dream world while they shoved a tube with a tiny camera down my throat. I was so nervous my legs wouldn’t stop shaking and I had tears coming from my eyes even though I was trying to be calm, cool and collected. The doctor told me they were giving me Propofal and the last thing I said was, “Michael Jackson”. Hahaha. I have no idea what the response was.

        I was there three days almost and on the second day I was ready to go home. They were wanting me to stay so they could run a few more tests and make sure nothing major was going on. So I lied. I lied about how bad the pain was, I lied about how much I had eaten (I made visitors eat my food for me) and my lies worked, I was released Tuesday night. Well, there’s my little story of my hospital stay, now on to my regular bitchy, ranting blogs I so love to write!

        Until next time………….  

 

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