You know, the mail man hates me because Christmas has come in boxes and if he'd smile a little nicer I'd tell him that until he became an asshole, my former mail-lady got a gift card every year from me personally thanking her for working hard. However, this prick left records in the rain and sun. He can eat shit and do his job. I am unmoved by attempts to be nice since he saw I have have tits. Should have thought of that over the summer you prick.
Is he what I am mad at? Oh no, I have had no time to really keep this blog up to date with my life in general, and I have to be careful at that. Right now I truly would get coal for Christmas from Santa, as my thoughts are downright mean. Truth is, I'm sick of being nice, it takes up too much of my precious time, and I'm no faker. My current target actually is pushing me to the point of opening my mouth, and boy I think his little dick syndrome will stop being my problem after I do so, but it is entangled with my kid's school, so it gets hairy. However, I trust that intuition I have about people. From day one, I have not liked this guy because pretty much I have been delegated everything. I teach character education at my daughter's school and I am a member of PTA. Get off the fucking floor before I really put you there for laughing. Yes, I teach Kindergartners the fundamentals of life. This month I am teaching Responsibility.. and the prick I teach with tells me its my turn to teach.
Can I just insert that he opened his mouth? That is all? I wrote the teacher, who totally gets me, and told her I've got out the waders and to not fret, but I am sick of politics.
I live in the burbs of a bunch of self entitled assholes who drive escalades and poo-doo people that think I carry around a pack of star stickers in my back pocket.
Nope, I carry my brass balls in there asshole..
Is he what I am mad at? Oh no, I have had no time to really keep this blog up to date with my life in general, and I have to be careful at that. Right now I truly would get coal for Christmas from Santa, as my thoughts are downright mean. Truth is, I'm sick of being nice, it takes up too much of my precious time, and I'm no faker. My current target actually is pushing me to the point of opening my mouth, and boy I think his little dick syndrome will stop being my problem after I do so, but it is entangled with my kid's school, so it gets hairy. However, I trust that intuition I have about people. From day one, I have not liked this guy because pretty much I have been delegated everything. I teach character education at my daughter's school and I am a member of PTA. Get off the fucking floor before I really put you there for laughing. Yes, I teach Kindergartners the fundamentals of life. This month I am teaching Responsibility.. and the prick I teach with tells me its my turn to teach.
Can I just insert that he opened his mouth? That is all? I wrote the teacher, who totally gets me, and told her I've got out the waders and to not fret, but I am sick of politics.
I live in the burbs of a bunch of self entitled assholes who drive escalades and poo-doo people that think I carry around a pack of star stickers in my back pocket.
Nope, I carry my brass balls in there asshole..
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