today i begin blogging. therapy i'm calling it. a way to vent, a way to relax, a way to share, even if it's only with myself. a way to relieve boredom, stress, anger, happiness, sadness. a way to put my thoughts on paper, wherever that may lead me.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Shit fire & save matches

Spitting nails right about now.  Now I know why I'm blogging.  We'll call him....him, or he.  Why does he think everyone should hand him whatever he wants.  Does he give anything back in return.  The trash, yeah, he takes out the trash.  Bravo!

His phone doesn't pay itself.  I use to pay it.  He works part-time, now he has to pay it.  Except good ole me, I tell him I'll help alittle.  Still, does he help out, well fuck no.  I told him he should think about doing the dishes again, utensils, silverware, 3 glasses & 3 coffee cups each day.  Five minutes tops.  He says he's been doing them.  Well....maybe I have a selective memory, but I have been doing the damn things, for the past 8 days.  So I tell him that, and he says ask Papaw.  Ask him WHAT!!!   Exasperated, mouth hanging a jar, down right pissed off.  Man he lights a fire in my ass. 


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