Goodness me!

Whereas last week I was all YOLO and outta controlish…this week I have been one bitter ANGRY woman.  Somehow along the way, I have managed to stop speaking to my sister (bitch ruined my $600 TREADMILL!); one of my besties who keeps track of every single thing I or anyone else says, it seems, not realizing that shit in my life is fluid as fuck, AND THINGS CHANGE ALL THE FUCKING TIME SO STOP HOLDING ME TO WHATEVER BULLSHIT I FUCKING SAID SEVERAL MONTHS AGO OR EVEN LAST WEEK; MOFO ex, who got his panties in a twist over what happened last Friday but really had a titty attack when I had the nerve to turn him down after that; and last but certainly not least, Blind Date Mofo because he kept bugging me all week with his nonsense, and yesterday he caught me at a particularly bad moment and I told him to leave me the fuck alone and mofo had the audacity to call me a crazy bitch(!).  with exclamation points and everything.  Mofo must’ve been feeling rather bold huh.  So like I told my friend even if I am a crazy bitch and lets not shy away from that fact, anyone who reads this blog knows I walk a very thin line between full on CRAZYEVILBITCH and just normal regularbitch, and I fully OWN that shit so don’t act like you didn’t know or it’s a secret, im certifiable, I’ve spent time in the loony bin and I wear that badge proudly, as proudly as only the truly crazy can, regardless, NO MOFO, ALIVE OR DEAD is ever EVER allowed to call me a crazy BITCH (!).  only I can do that.  I never responded back to him because for what, to lose my dignity (what tiny shred I still imagine I may possibly possess somewhere deep, deep inside of me) to curse out a MOFO to gain nothing in the end, but getting myself spitting mad and shaking my fist at the walls.  Best response is SILENCE.  Blind Date Mofo has been sent federal express back to the dead zone.  ThankuforplayingGTFO.  I think all the anger and sheer pure RAGE I’ve been feeling this week is a side effect from not having used my treadmill for more than a week now.  When I moved, I could not bring treadmill with me because I live in an apartment building and courtesy is expected of me, just as I expect it from my fellow neighbors.  Fine.  I put it in my sister’s basement.  Well she got a flea infestation in her house and im not going anywhere near there for a good long time so there sits my treadmill.  Words cannot express how angry I am.  My treadmill is MY LIFE, I am MARRIED TO IT.  how else will I get all this pent up rage, sexual frustration, life frustration, mofo frustration, etc out.   no surprise then that I have been feisty as fuck  all week, starting trouble where there is none and just making a total obnoxious nuisance of myself.  I cant even stand myself at this point.  But im the only still talking to me as most everyone else  is mad at and/or not speaking to me. OH FUCKING WELL.  also foreclosure proceedings have begun because my buyer backed out which I suspected was gonna happen.  So all around, just not a good week for me.  Definitely needed my treadmill more than ever.  Only good thing is that I hardly drank any wine at all.  So that’s good right.  RIGHT?! Yea, I spent the time I would’ve spend drinking, instigating trouble all over the place and cursing everyone out, but at least I stayed away from the bottle.  Which now that I think of it, maybe that’s also why im so evilbitch.  Mark of a true alcolohic?  :/  Lets hope I park myself in my apartment this weekend contemplating what a mean ass bitch I have become and maybe somewhere deep inside, I may start to feel some remorse over my behavior.  Don’t think so, but its worth a try.  TGIF!!!