Too Fast Week

 Oh, I dread signing in.  Totally. I sent out a message asking for help before I signed off.  We'll see who listens.  Nobody. I thought at least I threw it out there.

I did it after the diva signed off for her 2 weeks.  I didn't want her to say I'll stay online and sacrifice my errands time for Connie.  She knows how to make me feel bad.  I appreciate her saying I got you when she does offer help but I also want to ask, Do you really?  She disappoints me so much. I hope she does have a decent time.  She has been better with me since the lurker left but I really hate that she chose the bully to feel more important.  She still has her love fest with Regina but that's a little easier to take than it used to be.

I thought it would be nice to have someone I could talk to during the day once in awhile when things got tough.  The diva isn't that much older than me even though she told me she was younger.  I don't know why I have expectations of people.  Then I get myself worried and think the worse when someone like Sosie doesn't respond to an email right away. It gets confusing for me most of the time.  It's like someone needs to hold up a sign in front of me that says, "I don't play games.  I'm sincere.  I would like friendship with you."  

My mom wants to talk to Charlie about our bathtub faucet. I dread that conversation. I dread possibly having the bathtub replaced and the mess. I dread possibly have a bigger rent increase.  I'll take her to any Dollar store in the greater Milwaukee area before I do the talking.  Charlie is not like the Great Fava nor is Jeremy.  We get the whole thing about property taxes, expenses and all that bad stuff.  I'm just tired of the bad stuff being added to my big bar tab.  Sigh.

On the plus side, the monster goes to court this morning.  He should just go to jail but I know he won't.  He'll probably agree to a payment plan.  He won't do it because he wants to do it. He'll do it because his attorney will tell him to do it.  I suspect his mom paid for the attorney.  The Great Fava told us that the monster came from a good family who never really punished him.  No.  He just punished all of his from his stupid existence.  Jerk.

I had some left over fried chicken this morning for my breakfast and I'm not sure what it is, this has happened for years, but it's like all the acid was settling and decided to come up.  Couldn't stop belching.  I got up and walked around.  I felt better after I had some water.  It doesn't happen often but it's really not attractive to keep having to belch.  I felt like Homer Simpson's sloppier cousin.  

I hope the good humans have a good day.  

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