Look, a post early in the morning.
Please make note of that. I can't guarantee it will happen again anytime soon.
My brain is like really somewhere else lately. I am sorry.
I suck.
I mean it, I cannot focus on what I should be doing.
I'm tired, I'm antsy and angsty. Good combo!
Did I tell you people bug me?
I'm sure at some point in all these years now that I have been blogging I have said that.
At least twice.
So I did all this mind numbing paperwork the other day and then yesterday in the mail, I got more of it.
I swear they are trying to make my brain fizzle out and die.
Hello?
Yes, you, I do not have an outside the home job because I can't, not because I've never had one, not because I don't know how to fill out an application, not because I can't read, nor write or spell.
Yes, I know it's just something you have to send me but for gods sakes, could you, do you, have any of these damn things that won't make my hand reach up and slap myself awake from the stupidity of them?
I was a manager at all 3 of my last jobs, I think I know how to do employment related stuff.
Fuck, I was in charge of time cards and payroll and shipping and ordering supplies and oh my fucking god yes! I was in charge of actually hiring and firing people!
Can you you fucking believe that shit!?
Now please, send me something that might challenge me just a little bit. Please.
I am begging you.
Please.
This is seriously starting to make me want to hurt myself.
Every month, a huge envelope filled to the brim with stupid workbooks for the educational and employment challenged.
Ya know what I love?
I love brow beating an argument to death.
Yes I do.
I love getting to the point in argument where the other party actually tries to back peddle their way out of their original stance.
Whether the argument was started for fun cuz they were bored or not, they shouldn't argue a point unless they think they can win.
I won.
I kicked the fucking shit out of the argument and sent it crying to the sidewalk.
Do not ever tell me that all women are predisposed to being whores because you read it in a book written by a former economist and then try to call him a scientist.
I will tear it down every which way from Sunday.
Do not believe everything you read in a book.
Books are good, they can be educational, but do not take what you just read as fact especially when it comes to categorizing all women as either saints, whores or cheaters.
Women do not fit in any one category.
You can't paint such broad strokes when talking about people.
You can judge the people who participated in that study only, not all of us.
A study is not indicative of all people.
YOU may be a whore but don't lump me in there with you cuz you feel guilty about spreading for every Tom, Dick, Harry and Sally.
That right there might be your problem.
Why yes, I am feeling morally superior this morning.
Fucking sue me.
Got some links for you cuz I haven't done any in awhile. Hell, I haven't done much in awhile.
Enjoy.
