I’m pretty sure I’m a
reincarnated old Jewish woman. Like super old. I’m sure it’s a lovely religion
and that’s all fine and great, but I’m not speaking in terms of religious practice
per se, so you can stop Google searching recipes for homemade cyanide. Besides,
I’m essentially a Splenda filled cockroach set free on the earth; I can’t be
killed. I am preserved for all time. I’m too young to think, act, and speak the
way that I do. I’m a fucking disgrace to women without pacemakers.
I used to consider
myself a free spirit, open-minded, spontaneous, and maybe even a bit wild. “Used
to” are the operative words in that sentence. The only thing spontaneous about
me these days are my outbursts. Usually they center around what I perceive to
be someone else’s stupidity or how I am inconvenienced by someone else’s mere
being. For example: when I overhear conversations in public situations that are
in direct conflict with my belief system or they’re hateful racist fuckwads,
it takes all the effort I can summon to stay calm and not tell that person why
they should shut the fuck up or go back to eating paste and chalk dust. This is
just me getting warmed up.
Back when I saw myself
as free-spirited I may have said something like “She can dress however she
wants to, it’s her choice to express herself in that manner.” Jewish me is
saying shit like “You should really put some clothes on Miss, the boys will
think you’re one of those easy gals and it’s cold outside; you could catch your
death.” Now don’t go choking on your gum as I just about did. Reality fucking
check! What really happens is I say some shit like this: “What the fuck is
happening here?! This chick has her titties hanging all over the place and I’m
supposed to suspend belief that she’s not just using her body to get attention?
I’ll gather she has nothing of any REAL importance to say with her mouth hole?”
It’s ok though, I guess if I had nothing between my ears and everything in my
bra, I’d play that card too. I’m just jealous. She should still wear a sweater
though, it’s unseasonably cold where she lives and the flu has been really bad
this year. Men, you are absolutely no better. Maybe a little better. I have
drafted a template letter that I will be sending out from now on when I get nude
photos from men. See below:
Dear Sir,
I’d like to thank you for the nude you sent. Sorry I can’t
respond to your email in more depth. I’ve photoshopped the head of someone more
attractive onto your torso and I’m furiously masturbating in the bathroom at
work right now.
Thanks!
On the topic of
open-mindedness; fuck off. I don’t want to hear about it.
We could talk about how
cheap I’ve become, but I’m currently trying to figure out how I can get my
35.00 overdraft fee back from Bank of America. I’ve been on hold with these
shit stains for 20 mins. There was money in the account but it was being held
because they like to hold your money so that they can make interest off it. Anyhow,
a check for my health insurance cleared (thanks for not offering it where I
work, Steve) and Bank of America curtesy paid it, but then charged me 35.00 for
the overdraft. Hey, dicklickers, you’ve been holding on to over a grand of mine
for over a week; go fuck yourselves and give me back my 35 fucking dollars.
I only have one more
thing to say before I end this little shit storm. I’m really fucking tired of
people telling me that I need to think about how what I write here affects
people and their feelings. For the record, I have NEVER used anyone’s birth
name in one of my rants/blogs. People like to tell me that my being so judgmental
isn’t fair. Guess what…I’m not enlightened and life isn’t fair. There is no way
to be all-inclusive of the “feelings” of others and still honor my own. This is
my space to vent the toxic shit that’s on my little heart. You don’t like it?
Don’t read it, but I guarantee that every once in a while you’re going to miss
some funny shit.
Agree -- you are not responsible for how other people feel. Fuck them if they can't take a joke.
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