Friday, December 10, 2010

No Escape

You know . . . I've really been trying to put together some kind of coherent post to slap on this infernal blog . . . I really have.  You have no idea how many half baked drafts I have stored away, but they never seem to get past a paragraph or two before I end up rolling my eyes and mumbling,
"Who am I kidding . . ."  shut off the computer, and walk away.

So . . . as of today, as of right now, I'm just going to be posting  incoherent, random, half baked crap.  It may not make alot of sense to anyone, but that's the way it goes.  Apparently, I'm having a nervous breakdown, and until I feel better, that's just how it's going to be.  Besides, it's my asylum, and if anyone objects, they can bloody well piss off.  Okay with everyone?  Good.

Today -

I feel like shit.  I woke up this morning with a black cloud inside my head and that's just fine, because I don't give a care.  No, I don't.  I've been spending a lot of time alone in my room, because the crazy people aren't allowed in there.  It's just me and my dogs.  I have this sign on my door:


I've been working on an escape plan, but I've got nothing yet.  This is MY house, and MY life, and I want it back.  There are way too many people running amok and destroying my world.  I thought about training my dogs to eat all the extra people, but I think that my dogs might get sick.  And Midnight is already too fat.  I don't like to come out of my room until they are all asleep, and then, I have to clean up their mess.  They suck. They're self-absorbed, irresponsible, idiots. (the extra people, not the dogs.)
I have to call the doctor tomorrow so I'll need to find a phone.  My husband is being a total ass today.  I'm not liking him very much. No, not very much at all - he sucks too.

The End.

1 howled back:

Kim @ This Belle Rocks said...

Understood. Completely.