dark side of the moon

Ok, I was telling my dad about our house there in the homeland, he called a guy he golfs with, he says he might have a buyer for it..and he will be calling us soon. So we will see..



sonofabitch.





I am still unsure about going to Prince...My heart is just not in it. I don't know why.



We will see..




Oh and my friends at work keep teasing me because they think one of our co-workers is in love with me. This girl, the one I was going to go with to the show, cries when she thinks I am mad at her, is jealous of all my other friends, and told one of our other co-workers she should just become a lesbian. So now they think she is in love with me.





sonofabitch.



This is me and my good friend DillyWeed...I love her..







Here we are out on the deck......the sun shining and the wind blowing up my shirt...like right up my shirt..sonofabitch









































This is Dillweed posing like a hooker.....













































So that is Dillyweed...one of my best friends. I am going to a cookout Thursday night with the rest of my friends, so I will introduce you to them tommorow.



~



I am sorry. I am sorry for being a bad blogger. When I come home tommorow night, I am going to devote my night to catching up on everyone...Love you guys and I miss you all.



~



I have this sick feeling in me. It has to do with the lie I told the girl who everyone thinks is in love with me....I did not tell a big lie, but I made up some story about not being able to go to Prince with her. I feel sick.



I really hate lying. I am not a good liar. Even though I do not want to go with her, I am almost tempted to go anyway, just because I feel so sick about the lie.



I do not know what to do.



I do not want to go with her, yet I feel sick about the lie, and almost feel OBLIGATED to go now...with her.



So much drama I deal with...I do not care for drama, unless it is in a one hour fashion on my tv, saying " like sands thru the hourglass, these are the days of our lives...yadda yadda yadda.."















































*
*
*
*








Thats me...I am at the crazy house. The crazy house that ole baboon and barracuda run. Oh yes, and them wilderbeast are going to be cutting my hours..along with all the other part time people..



Even though I work full time hours, I am still "part time"


When that happens, I will not only stab them, but also show them my cottage cheese looking fanny and my middle finger when I leave.


I may be escorted out by some former co-workers..


the cops i work with at the county jail....


sonofabitch.


I have never have been so stressed in my life.....


* I have a house in turmoil...I want it to burn to the ground, or sell...or get carried away by a twister..


* I hate my job and want to shower barracuda and baboon with a nice warm shower of diarrhea


* I am living with the anguish of a lie I told


* I am being teased that a chic at work is in love with me..


although in her defense, I do have some mad muscles and pretty eyes...oh and big ta-ta's OH and a sparkly personality....and I always smell good....I am tall, dark and smell nice...


Ok, I would be in love with me too....crapola.



* my kids ask me daily why I need to go work


* Boo told me she has not went shopping with me since the other week ago last month...


not sure what that means, but I guess its been a while.


* I do not get to eat dinner with my family as I do not get home until 9pm three nights a week, the other two its 6pm



* I miss my old friends, but am rather enjoying all my new ones since moving here


* I do not know what to do about this concert coming up...its making me sick inside..


although you may not see it, but I do have a heart, and I have always hated to tell lies, and normally after I tell a lie the guilt consumes me an I end up spilling the beans. Its already getting to me people....help me..I do believe in God and all that fancy stuff, and I do not want to have to explain to him why I told this lie to her when I meet him at the pearly gates


* I hate the tension at work....you see I work with Dillyweed, we are close, then when the girl who loves me comes in, there is tension, because her and dillyweed do not get along...AT ALL. normally I am the peacemaker with them, but I cant do it anymore, I can not clear the air anymore for her...She has to deal with Dillyweed on her own. I no longer want to be in the middle.


There is enough Bossy to go round.


Shit, I need to call it a day.