You'd know if I tell you. But will I?
I don’t know why but it really pisses me off when someone I haven’t talked to in years sends me a facebook message asking, “So, are you married yet with 3 kids?”
Like….Fuck you, I don’t exist just so I could pop out children.
I have fucking goals that don’t include getting married and being a stay at home mom. You fat fuck. And do you see any wedding pictures yet? No? Do you see any baby pictures? No???? Then the answer is no, bitch.
I hate our nosy, judgmental, gossipy, shit-faced neighbor who has nothing else better to do with his life.
For the split second that I’m walking to the car or garage, he rushes out to talk to me about some bullshit drama/gossip/drunken rant that I really don’t give a fuck about.
I don’t care if he drinks or smokes pot all day as long as he leaves me the fuck alone. How is it that I can’t have any fucking privacy in any chapter of my life is beyond me. I’m in the garage with my earphones in and working out, he comes over and talks to me about who the fuck knows what. Every. Fucking. Time.
One day, I might just say, “This is why you’re twice divorced. You don’t know how to quit bothering women who are obviously too busy for your shit. Let me introduce you to the internet; I should never see you out here again.”
IF you think women want attention when they are inadequately clothed —- you’re RIGHT. Unfortunately, most of them only want attention from the following:
Not that I am promoting scantily clad women but I do get where they’re coming from. It’s not that they’re bitching about being admired (they like that actually). It’s just that they’re “not flattered” that you think you’re at their level of playing field.
You know, because they all feel like they’re super models and you’re just a troll. They deserve better (LoL).
A Woman Enjoying The Show
I only hope I will be the mother I’ve always wished I had.
Having a child at this time of my life scares the fuck out of me.
Because children take away so much of your time, money, and from time to time — they break your heart. They take so much serious effort if you wanna raise them right. Recently, we talked about the direction of my career and he pretty much decided that it’s best if I go in a certain direction so that I can bear a child by the time I’m 30…. Goodbye, *wanted* career. Hello, *unwanted* career and child. It feels like I’m already drowning.
I’m just a fucking child myself. I can’t even imagine myself taking care of a child.
What pisses me off right now is the fact that his friends keep inviting us to their baby showers and their children’s birthday parties.
WHY, I wonder. We don’t have any fucking children.
And what pisses me off even more is that we keep going to these things. We have the rest of our fucking lives to do this shit. Fuck.
I’m tired of it. I don’t like children and I have nothing in common with these stuck up stay-at-home OC moms who do fucking yoga all damn day. And they look at me like I’m a child. Well, they’re right. Because I’m almost 10 years younger. Fuck them, they can go to hell. I’m not going to any of these shits again until we actually have a fucking child.
This preparing for our wedding thing is a huge pain in my asshole.
And I’m not even talking about the good kind of stress. I’m talking about, why should we spend all this time and money on people I don’t even give a shit about to attend my wedding kind-of-stress.
A fancy big wedding is nice but it’s also just for show. And I’m tired of entertaining people. Why can’t I just have something meaningful? And something that is really just about us, not them and us.
Does it really fucking matter what I want? No. Because if I ever wanted something in my life, it is taken from me and I just let it happen.
If I had a cupcake every time I got disappointed, I’d be a fat bitch today.
That’s why I keep my expectations low. I’m on a diet.