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'I'm gonna smile 'cause I deserve to'



Updated: 2017-12-14T01:03:57Z

 



Hope he chokes on that bread

2017-12-14T01:03:57Z

Made the mistake of walking into a store to buy Momma some bread last night. Went through the entire display (it was Big Lots. Shit be janky) to get the perfect one. Walked straight to the register. No one was in line. Well, one guy THOUGHT he was in line. He said, “Excuse me. EXCUSE […]Made the mistake of walking into a store to buy Momma some bread last night. Went through the entire display (it was Big Lots. Shit be janky) to get the perfect one. Walked straight to the register. No one was in line. Well, one guy THOUGHT he was in line. He said, “Excuse me. EXCUSE ME. I SAID EXCUSE ME.” I turned around and saw a big dumb doofus with a cart filled to the brim with crap. I looked at him quizzically because I walked FREE AND CLEAR to the register. I figured maybe he was trying to flirt or joke or whatever it is I deal with when I am not in the mood to talk. He said, “You cut in line.” Like it was recess and we were 8. Honestly I still thought maybe he was joking. And he commanded me to get behind him. I was stunned for a second and waved him FORWARD. You know, INTO MY SPOT. I thought, maybe he’s a little special? I mean WHO THE FUCK would cut in front of a girl … who’s already at the register … WITH ONE ITEM? And it only took me a split second of looking at this tall twit’s basket to say, “Let me guess. You MUST be single.” Then I threw the stupid bread at him and motherfucked his very existence the whole way out. I’m proud that the “Probably voted for Trump” was the SECOND thought out of my mouth. Clearly that makes me even more of the adult in this situation! Copyright secured by Digiprove © 2017 Goddess AdrasteiaOriginal content here is published under these license terms: X License Type:3License Summary:[...]



‘It’s gotta get better. It can’t get worse’

2017-12-13T12:24:57Z

“Leaving’s hard, trust me, it’s really bad It’ll shake you, damn near break you, it always has You don’t go until you’re praying to break even, Until staying is worse than leaving.” — Sunny Sweeney, “Staying’s Worse Than Leaving” I prayed to keep this apartment. Now it drives me crazy again. I prayed to keep […]“Leaving’s hard, trust me, it’s really bad It’ll shake you, damn near break you, it always has You don’t go until you’re praying to break even, Until staying is worse than leaving.” — Sunny Sweeney, “Staying’s Worse Than Leaving” I prayed to keep this apartment. Now it drives me crazy again. I prayed to keep this job somehow. They (sort of) gave it back to me. And when I approached after another fucked-up commute and saw smoke billowing out of a (nearby, damn) building, it was an “Office Space” moment. I thought, hmm, should I turn around? Have to keep reminding myself that, yeah. Staying definitely feels worse than leaving. But no paychecks are MUCH worse than paychecks. Copyright secured by Digiprove © 2017 Goddess AdrasteiaOriginal content here is published under these license terms: X License Type:3License Summary:[...]



It’s probably tainted anyway

2017-12-13T10:54:30Z

When you are putting your employees on the street for the holidays, pro tip: Don’t put up signs for a company blood drive. Truly. Just, don’t. Although … the Red Cross is offering a free fleece blanket to entice us. Perfect for when we are living outside! Of course, I would wonder about the quality […]When you are putting your employees on the street for the holidays, pro tip: Don’t put up signs for a company blood drive. Truly. Just, don’t. Although … the Red Cross is offering a free fleece blanket to entice us. Perfect for when we are living outside! Of course, I would wonder about the quality of our blood. I have none left — they took everything I had to give. And considering everyone’s coping methods, yeah. Sorry Puerto Ricans and Californians in need. If we are your last hope, you’re doomed. Copyright secured by Digiprove © 2017 Goddess AdrasteiaOriginal content here is published under these license terms: X License Type:3License Summary:[...]



Not what I wanted, professional edition

2017-12-12T02:12:25Z

Sat in accident traffic on the way to work. Sat in accident traffic on the way back. 95 was foo-kayaed. Turnpike was hosed. At least on the return trip, I took a (lonnnnggg) back road. So, three hours commuting — then another hour running errands. After another day of joy and another night of NO […]Sat in accident traffic on the way to work. Sat in accident traffic on the way back. 95 was foo-kayaed. Turnpike was hosed. At least on the return trip, I took a (lonnnnggg) back road. So, three hours commuting — then another hour running errands. After another day of joy and another night of NO GODDAMN SLEEP. GAWD PEOPLE; HOW MUCH MORE AM I SUPPOSED TO TAKE. In any event, a friend and I sat and compared notes about all the kangaroo ball strokers (Flopsy and Mopsy) … the “hey, MY EYES ARE UP HERE” fools (so many more than two) … the “um, did I ASK you to stare at my ass” one … the Eric Trump lookalike who picks his nose and eats it … and all the other weirdos across the creeper spectrum we’ve encountered over the years. Honorable mentions to the ones who stroke themselves in hopes we will swoon and find their erect nipples or thrust-out bellies sexy. It was interesting to really sit and compare notes at the absolute ridiculousness two perfectly professional women have to endure, on top of treacherous commutes and impossible workloads and a sadly limited number of hours in a day. What really makes us sad is all the stupid fucking white women who will elect the pedophile in Alabama tomorrow. Because it would kill them to do anything that might benefit their fellow sisters. What, the Democrat is an upstanding guy AND he believes you should have a say over your own body? NO WAY, WHITE BITCHES. WE WILL VOTE FOR THE GUY BANNED FROM THE FUCKING MALL FOR SOLICITING YOUNG GIRLS so you don’t get an IUD that’s covered by your insurance. So, I don’t just hate white men. I hate white women. Fuck it, I hate EVERYONE WHO EVER DROVE A CAR ON 95. So much for my zen. Better luck tomorrow. Copyright secured by Digiprove © 2017 Goddess AdrasteiaOriginal content here is published under these license terms: X License Type:3License Summary:[...]



Not what I wanted, domestic edition

2017-12-10T14:35:28Z

Because a traumatic November just wasn’t enough … The apartment I prayed to be able to keep is going to be the end of me. Thundercunts Part IV decided to party all night. Usually it sounds like they are riding their suitcases around the hardwood floors. And stomping like they are 5 years old. That’s […]Because a traumatic November just wasn’t enough … The apartment I prayed to be able to keep is going to be the end of me. Thundercunts Part IV decided to party all night. Usually it sounds like they are riding their suitcases around the hardwood floors. And stomping like they are 5 years old. That’s daily. But generally they settle down. Generally. Last night they were drinking and loud-talking and what sounded like letting a horse gallop from room to room. They have a big ugly dog. So he was riled up while they partied. Finally after “Saturday Night Live” was over, I called security. Thank the baby Jesus, I got the one competent guy. He paid them a visit very quickly. And … the night got worse. The good news is they took the party outside for EVERYONE to enjoy their drunken whooping. The bad news? They turned on every TV in every room to top volume. It’s 10 a.m. Sunday and they are all still blaring. I’d figured since we don’t have any other loud neighbors, maybe they didn’t realize how thin the walls/floors are. So, courtesy knock, keep it down plz kthanksbai. Hahahhaahaha nope. When my job got eliminated and the landlord wanted to sell, I prayed to keep this place. I know it’s not perfect. But it’s on the water, I have covered garage parking and a great space not 50 feet from my front door, and come on who can move without a job. Today I have my job back (sort of). And a landlord who wants me to get settled before he lists the place. Moreover, I have regret that I prayed to keep things the same. I mean, my real prayer was that we’d be fine. We’re fine. Ish. But not happy. God I’m sick of not ever feeling safe, secure or happy. Or rested. Maybe if I got a good night’s sleep for once in my sad little life, I’d have the energy to make a good decision and do the work necessary to make it happen. Copyright secured by Digiprove © 2017 Goddess AdrasteiaOriginal content here is published under these license terms: X License Type:3License Summary:[...]