Here’s the Part Where I’m Going to Whine.

I would dearly love to update my edition of WordPress so that maybe my plugins will work and I will stop the spam attack, but I’m retarded.  Plus it’s really hard to read instructions when you have hyperactive puppy tearing your house apart when you turn your back.  So it will have to wait.l

I’m feeling like crap on toast today.  Hubby brought me sour gummy worms today like I’ve asked him not to one bazillion times because I cannot resist the lure of the sour-sweet tasty goodness and I ate them and now I have a headache.

The Navy just called here for the boy who turns 18 in April and if they think they’re getting him they can think again because it will be over my dead body.  They already have his Dad, that’s quite enough thankyouverymuch.  Piss off wankers.

My crankieness knows no bounds today and I’m kind of pissed off about it because I don’t get to let my crank out of the box.  My crank has to stay locked up tight so as not to offend the delicate sensibilities of those who will be offended.  It really burns my ass when I have to stifle who I am or what I need because someone else can’t handle it.  It gets me all jacked up and assed around and fucked off that I am always censoring what I say in order to keep the peace, and the peace just won’t be kept anyway, so what the hell am I doing this all for?  Why am I turning myself inside out and stuffing everything down deep under a pile of potato chips and chocolate when it’s a total losing proposition?  I can never win this one, so why do I keep sticking my face in the meat grinder?

Right now I am Charlie Brown right after Lucy has snatched the football for the eleventymillionth time and I am really pretty much over it.