Mad But Better

Today is my Friday so that helps. I didn't even think about it until last night.  I have some time off at month's end and then out three days after the election, hopefully not packing for Mexico or Canada.  Kamala will win, it just won't get decided right away and there will be problems.  We can guarantee that.

Glad the temps have cooled.  I have the window open by me and someone is ecstatic.  Good.  Gives me good reason to wear my Fetterman hoodies again!  Or sweaters.  I'm not as schlubby in winter as I am in the weather that's not so cold and not so summery.  

Mad about the toxic people in my life that I want gone.  I knew yesterday's incident was the lurker.  Before I finally spoke up, they would tell me things that indicated who they were so I know very well whose handiwork this is.  I didn't speak up this last time in anger.  It was hurt.  It was three years of being hurt by someone who didn't make me feel welcome.  Someone who bullied me in a polite way.  Someone looking over my shoulder and harassing me.  I just wanted peace.  I thought give them whatever they want.  Well I think me out of the group is what they want and I wish their dreams would come true.  

The monster downstairs not changing his smoke alarm and being a bitch boy about it.  Grow up.  I wasn't tattling on him. I didn't know what the beeping was and well, when you take the drugs he does, he's oblivious and doesn't care.  He's too lazy.  I can tell by the stream of dog poop decorating the lawn between the two houses.  What a pig.  I wish I could get away from him.  My mom said we'll be gone by spring.  Well we may not be able to if things are still the same with rent.  I am sick of a bath tub leaking while someone sells leggings online.  I don't like that my cat comes to me with a wet head because she basically took a shower under the faucet.

I guess because I got to be around such nice people for a couple of days that I have zero tolerance for the bullies in my life.  

Now I heard the sound "low battery"  They must be referring to the monster's brain.  I went to Target last night and the side door was partially open.  That's the type of childish stuff he does.  

No expectations for the day except I hope it ends quickly so I can enjoy some non toxic days without people who need to stay out of my life.

Have a good day good humans.  

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