Pretty fucking catchy, but totally not mine. The
title is from a Suicidal Tendency song awesome 80's band that I grew up
listening to.
This is not going to be a well written blog, by some yuppie that has too much time on their hands so they decided to take up blogging.
My blog is about me being able to freely express myself however I want, about whatever I want, without having to be socially acceptable and polite. I don't want to abide by any rules or grammar structures while doing so either because it ruins my train of thought. I have a lot of shit to complain about and I really just want to let it all out.
Like just then, my husband decided to interject right in the middle of my mad typing session. I had a perfect train of thought going on, but he decided to start talking about his random bullshit. Really? I know he heard me typing. Did it even cross his mind that I might not want to be interrupted at that moment, or did he just think that he was more important than whatever I possibly had going on? I guess I'll never know the honest answer to that question because even if I fucking asked, he would give me some kind bullshit "why are you so fucking bitchy" response. I wish we could be more honest and direct sometimes.
I politely explained to him how I was trying to
type something up and his constant interruptions were making me lose my train
of thought, and he rudely told me that I need to learn to speak up because I
shouldn't expect the world to read my thoughts. While that makes sense, I find
it offensive at the same time. I want us to be open and direct but I
would rather do it without the side of bitch it that makes sense. I explained
my point honest and direct without the attitude, he came back with a bitchy
"I have my panties in a bunch" attitude. This is not going to be a well written blog, by some yuppie that has too much time on their hands so they decided to take up blogging.
My blog is about me being able to freely express myself however I want, about whatever I want, without having to be socially acceptable and polite. I don't want to abide by any rules or grammar structures while doing so either because it ruins my train of thought. I have a lot of shit to complain about and I really just want to let it all out.
Like just then, my husband decided to interject right in the middle of my mad typing session. I had a perfect train of thought going on, but he decided to start talking about his random bullshit. Really? I know he heard me typing. Did it even cross his mind that I might not want to be interrupted at that moment, or did he just think that he was more important than whatever I possibly had going on? I guess I'll never know the honest answer to that question because even if I fucking asked, he would give me some kind bullshit "why are you so fucking bitchy" response. I wish we could be more honest and direct sometimes.
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