smells like teen spirit

I walked by a house tonight that smelled like onions, then I walked by one that smelled like spaghetti, then a few blocks down it smelled of moth balls .

How do u get the innards of your home, to go to the outards? How is this done? Me, I am walking down the street, being over come by stench.

When I walk by our trailer park in town, it smells of crack whores and tequila with a splash of rotten garbage. It lingers for blocks, I crap you not. I worry the smell may attach to my clothing.

But it makes me wonder how do certain smells overcome a home. I often wonder what my house smells like to other people. I mean once u get past my three day old garbage and the smell lingering from the litter box I have not changed in 5 days..I just wonder what it smells like.

I use Pine Sol on a daily basis. Now I wonder if the combine smells from the trash, cat litter and Pine Sol are a lethal combo, and that's why the rabbit died.

Now the first little Bunnie, she died shortly after arriving, before I was an addict to Pine Sol. The second bunny laying under rocks and dirt in the yard, passed on Sunday. After 2 plus years, she had enough and wanted to get out.

Maybe it was a suicide, I don't know..I cant deny nor confirm anything as to this.

But I wonder if the smells here had anything to do with it. One day The Boy's friend said that my house smells like a hospital. Then one of Blondies friends told me it smelled like cookies.

So I have no idea what this means. I don't bake, nor do I perform any "major" surgeries anymore. Just a few minor procedures. THAT'S ALL. I swear.

So , come to my house, take a whiff, let me know what u think.

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My hours at work got a f-ed up again. I had a set work week. Now its gone. Now I have a new one.

I will be plugging about 75 hours a pay period. I realize my birthday is next week, which brings me one year closer to retirement.....which brings me to wonder, is it to early to start cashing in?

I mean I am by no means guaranteed to live to be 88 like my dear old grandpa, so if I do not start taking advantage of shit now, I may never get to. And then I would feel totally ripped off.

So I am going to get my retirement papers in the works...It wont kill me to try.

I am not a quitter.

Or maybe I can injury myself on the job, apply for Workman's comp, then apply for full disability.

I think that's the only way I will get a sure fire check with doing nothing but maintain a house that smells like cookies and hospitals. If I had more time here at home, I could get it smelling like a dentist office, with that kind of time on my hands.

I could plant a fruit tree, make my bed daily, clean my windows, and last but not least, make a head stone for my dead rodents making good plant food for me...at virtually no damn cost.

Anyway, these are things I ponder today...excuse my absence while I actually have to go out and make a f-ing living....Since I quit my easy street job doing virtually nothing but use my computer like it is some sort of life line, while others use to get a good laugh out of it..Well, sometimes anyway..OK, lets face it, no one did.

Ok, I am going to be busy..please don't take my non-being-here as an insult. I am just trying to bring home the milk.....Mr shaky brings home the bacon, well the turkey bacon anyway...I make enough to bring home milk once a week.

Oh and again today Boo asked if we could go dig up Thumper. Wanna know why today?

Not to see if she was "ok" but to indeed see if the worms had ate her eyes out like Blondie predicts.

These kids are some sick F*cks.

Bee Disabled.

Never gonna get it

After a long hard day at the crazy house, I come home to crap. Not crap literally, like I did not come home and step into a pile of dog shit, or like one of my kids pooped their drawers on the kitchen floor. Nothing of that nature at all.

I come in the door, Shaky is standing over the stove top with an apron, making no bake cookies.

ok, he was not wearing an apron, but he might as well of been

First thing he asked me was " so did u buy regular tanning minutes today, or the extra minutes that burn your face off"

I have a slight burn because they stuck me in a bed with NEW bulbs.

Then he asked why I had my glasses on. i told him cuz I wanted too..He then bends his head slightly, looks at me and says " your glasses are crooked, and u look like your sister"

Then he asked me if I planned on bathing, as I stunk.

I wanted to take my fist, and either ram it up his asshole, or take my foot and ram it in same place.

I go take my bath, as I do nightly if I am home. I get my jammies on, and sit on my bed and watch my favourite comedy. This show is one of the best, and if I did not know for a fact this show uses no scripts, i would use what pull I have, or did have and beg to write for it..I would offer up my first born..

Curb your Enthusiasm, is great. No great is an understatement. I use to think The Office was my favorite comedy, but no..its this gem.

So after it was over, he asks what I am doing, like maybe he has sort of sick and twisted plan to tie me up or something..I don't know.

I told him I was going to bed.

I said you can not tell me that I smell, my tan looks like shit, and I resemble my obese sister and then expect to get laid.

That's not a way to woe your lady, or get her to want to speak other then naughty 4 letter words to your face.

So I am here, typing this, while Shaky is curled in the fetal position next to me snoring..

sonofabitch

Bee Real