permanent vacation

I am about ready to toss my young to the pack of wolves whom live in my community. I am about ready to throw myself in front of the train that passes by here every 30 minutes. I don't even care where its going, the point is, its going.

I am about ready to snap. No, I have already snapped.

I have my new passport, and I am going away for a bit. I need to go empty out my Swiss Bank accounts.

I saw a program tonight on The National Geographic Channel, that maybe it is possible for wild animals to take care of little humans. A boy lived with monkeys, and a girl was raised by her dogs in the yard. Granted, she barked and walked on all fours, but she was no worse for the wear.

The kids will be fine.

Mr Shaky, well he might miss me. After all I do make him dinner, wash his clothes, and make sure the animals are fed.

Oh and speaking of animals, if my cat uses my carpet for a fourth rest area, I will kill it. I will take its neck and I will snap it. I told u I have snapped.

I have been a bad blogger, I have been an even worse daily living human.

I am hoping this break will make me not want to feed my young to Dingo's and snap my cats neck.

I am totally pissed off at a number of things. Mostly to do with my husbands family, and just the wear and tear of life. I mean holy shit, I will be another year older in two weeks.

That is one more year closer to death. One more day, minute, mili-second.

My mid-life crises of last year, well, I have not fully recovered from it. Because I feel the need for a shiny red car, a tan..opps have on of them already, lots of mixed drinks and even more coconut oil.

My kids are retarded, my hubby is mildy retarded, and his family is a bunch of full functioning retards that really need to be living in some sort of house for special rejects that piss me off....I swear, out of his whole clan, there might be one or two non retards. And they are both females.

My kids having these genes intertwined with my good ones, is scaring me. I don't know if my good genes are strong enough to over power the rampid idiocy that plagues his family. God bless him, he is the only spawn from his mom's loins that has been spared.

God speed Mr Shaky, God speed.

So please forgive my lack of reading u, or my lack of responding, I am reading it, I just am too pooped to do anymore. I must be having some sort of shift in my hormones, or just realizing the fact that I may house the only living, breathing non retards in this blood line.

I mean, my kids are still a tad spent, but they are pretty much harmless. You can easily recover from this disability with wheat germ and small doses of medicinal crack.

So we are good here. The kids are still young enough to be saved.

I need to go pack, I need to go make a to-do list.

If its not on my list, I cant do it.

Oh and you mother fuc*ers who rent my house in the homeland, today is the 17th, the rent is due on the 1st....On my way to my global destination, I am gonna stop by and kick your asses, hand u a nice shiny well typed eviction notice, and take u out back and just beat u until my legs give out.

or the cop fat mike shows up...you girls in the homeland know who I mean..

Alicia, Jill, Carmen,Kelly...back me up on this...there really is a 500 pound city cop, who cant even get his belly in and out of the squad car, so he just drives around aimlessly. I swear, over 500 pounds at least, and he is protecting the fine citizens of my former community...yup, they are in good hands.

Ok, now that I have single handedly insulted everyone, I better run along. My Xanex is starting to take effect, so that means I need to gulp down some cough syrup with codeine and a wine cooler, just for that little extra kick.

As soon as my vacation is over and I have recovered from the woes that linger in my mind, I will be back in full blog swing.

I may have to make an unexpected trip home, my grandpa starts his chemo soon, and if he gets ill, I want to go and help my grandma for a bit..

So many damn things on my mind. I want to physically do harm to a few people, so its best I go for a while, and let my drug induced stooper help me thru it all.

It worked for Anna.

If you hear about a 150 pound blonde lady, with rocket red highlights in her platinum blonde hair, OD-ing on vicodine, xanex, ambien and Kahlua, thats me..

My only hope is there is no creep there with a camera phone taking pics of me to post on youtube or something..

sonofabitch


but at least they know who my baby daddy is, not like they would be lineing up the bloack anyway..

sonofabitch again.

Bee Drug Free.