Another post showing what a whiney little bitch I can be.

08Oct08

I suggest you move along, nothing good to see here folks. I just need to vent because I can’t scream at the actual people involved. I’ve filled my make my mother cry quota for the year.

Dear Brother,

It would have take you 5 minutes to help me. If you didn’t want to help all you had to do was say no. I might not have liked it but I would have accepted it. Don’t just ignore the question and then leave. At least I scream and rant and don’t do this passive-agressive bullshit most of the time. That shit was heavy but I managed to move it by MYSELF anyway. Thanks for nothing.

Dear Mother,

You knew I was in the throes of serious PMS (and still am) so you thought it would be a good idea to eat my freaking Cheet*s? All of them? What the hell woman? You are lactose intolerant, find some other snack to steal when I have hormonal issues. It was the puff kind anyway and you like the regular ones. Now instead of sitting here with the AC cranked down to 62 and eating cheesey goodness for breakfast I am bitching at the internet. I still love you but leave my goddamned cheet*s alone when I have PMS. It’s the only time I buy them. Or at least let me know so I can buy 2 bags. Better yet, start eating real food again.

Dear Father,

Quit eating that shit, you know better. I know I suck because I sneak baby spinache into the salad I force you to eat but I am trying to counteract all the crap you have been sneaking. Don’t skip the vegetables and get seconds of the meat. I have to make things that cook slowly because I am not here at meal time, that doesn’t mean eat fast food instead. Imagine how I feel? I cook the damned food and leave before it is ready. That means I either don’t get any or I don’t get any until it has been cold for 2 or more hours. I miss out so you get a hot meal. Just eat right and check your fucking sugar. I love you and want to keep you healthy.

Dear P,

Thanks for being such a good boy. You make it all better. Sorry I am such a craptastic mom most of the time.

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