Moody Meow

My writing of late has been sporadic at best. I’m not really sure why, it just has. I have funny stories to tell you but I’ve just gotten lazy on my blog My snoring has gotten very bad since I started smoking again. I am quitting today. I am going back to gum-chewing. Gum doesn’t make me snore. D will sleep in the other room if the snoring is particularly bad. I always feel guilty and I am tired of asking him “Did I snore?” when he looks at me with bags under his eyes. My man is beautiful, but the bags remind me that smoking is a selfish endeavor and does nothing for me. I did so well for those few months earlier this year. I didn’t even smoke when we went to visit my parents, and if anyone would drive me to smoking again, it would have been them. I want to smell the subtle scents of newly mowed lawns and the earth after a rainstorm. It’s amazing how wonderful food tastes without tar coating my tongue. The next three days will be all about hacking up the shit that’s in my lungs and feeling like poop. But that’s okay. Maybe my husband with sleep with me again. I’m wookin pa nub (yes…sound it out – you should know the routine by now).

Okay..it’s rant time. D works for a bunch of monkey-fucking pussies. His former manager actually had the audacity to talk shit about D to the other people in his department. He left the company to join the Army (he’s a former marine). Everyone there has had a chip on their shoulder with D. He takes pride in what he does and all those shit-heels want is the quick version of things rather than the quality. He doesn’t compromise when it comes to his craft. They want the quick and easy. I told him to quit today. This emotional degradation has been going on since he started there. I am very tempted to drive up there and fuck with all of his co-workers (except Dee – the girl he works with who is nice). It’s time for some Scary Erica shit to go down. I hate them and what they’ve done to D. Hate them. I hope that fucker that badmouthed him loses a leg or something. Karma motherfucker, Karma. I realize saying this is very un-PC but I don’t give a shit. You should see D’s face every day when he comes home.

On a happier note, it’s Friday. D and I are going to Lush tonight with Vanya. I have to work throughout the weekend for taking off Monday, which sucks pretty hard. Then there are visits to the dog-park, bike rides and some sex. Yes, sex is defiantly on the menu. Vanya and I are working on our presentation for Tuesday, and are going to meet up on Sunday to do a dry run. It’s going to be an hour. That’s a long time to talk.

Oh and I made the best smoofies ever this morning. I used the V8 Fusion (2c), a handful of frozen bananananas and strawberries, 2 scoops of vanilla protien powder and some ice. It turned out really thick and yummy. I am a smoofie mastah! (again…sound it out).
I would really like to go home right this minute, please.

Thank you for listening.

No…hey.
Really.
Can I go home?
Will you write me a note?
An e-mail?
Anything?
Fine.
You suck.
*pout*