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*** WARNING FUCKING WANKING SWEARFEST****

Waking up on a wanky wet Wednesday and not feeling so well. How long do you need to help decide the mood of the day, an hour perhaps?  I am not sure but what I can tell you this, Wednesday was one wanky cock sucking day.

Wet and shit outside feeling crap and low inside. I struggle to get out of bed. I do finally make it up and hate just hate how I feel. In a lame attempt to feel more human I sit at my computer with my S.A.D lamp. I fluff around with my face book games for a short while before the Internet slows down just enough to deliberately annoy the crap out of me.

I recently blogged about having two ‘jobs’ I hate, shopping and ironing. POST ...These jobs seem to be unavoidable and I loath the tasks. I can honestly say I have a new found hatred for a now daily task that I can not avoid and better yet, I brought this one on by my self… please take some time to read my blog ....I LOVE YOU BUT... 

So this daily task needed to be done...the litter tray 

There is a 12.30pm o'clock appointment at the dentist for my son. So I get to the school at 11.55.

Yes a nice £70, ‘Go fuck yourself.’ ticket. The painful thing was the guy was just sticking it to my windscreen as I ran to the car. 12.02pm took the school 5 minutes to collect him from his class!

COCKSUCKERMOTHERFUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

I rip the ticket from my screen as I shout, ' thank you' in the most polite way and jump into my car. fighting the desire to scream profanities at him and or reversing into the front of his van I then pull away.

Like I haven't got enough money issues right now that, wanker! Although he was just doing his wanky job, he just caused my day some more moody Melidiot. So off to the dentist…with the major league arsehole!

This day has got to get better right?

Its not even 1 pm and I am ready to call it quits!

I get home and I try not to think about the ticket and the shit and anything else that could tip me over the edge. Alas the angel of, ‘funny cunt’ sits on my shoulder today and then texts start coming in to my phone from a not so wanted number. Wanting to turn my phone off I am unable to.

I leave the phone in the kitchen and lay on the sofa taking deep breaths with a pillow over my head. I some how managed to drop off to sleep, I felt the kittens crawling over me and then they stopped. Figured they had buggered off. It wasn’t long before my phone rang a tone that made me fly up off the sofa to answer it. Unknowingly the kittens were laying on me and they had their claws hooked into me before they yelped and fell to the ground. Let it be said now, that the saying that all cats land on their feet, is total bollocks! ( they will probably do more shits tonight as a form of punishment!)

I get to my phone only to find out my phone is only slightly fucked and no one can hear me when I answer it or make a call.

W.W.W.W.W.WANKERRRRRRRRR

Dinner with the kids, stories, puzzles, baths and then bedtime for the kids. Which any parent knows comes with it own level of stress. Only having one nerve and everyone dancing on it not helping but I make it through.

A further attempt to chill the fuck out I sat down to watch one of my favourite programmes I have recorded on the sky box, yep you guessed it – recording failed

WANKER! GO FUCK YOURSELF!

Not giving into the angry monster that is almost ripping at my skin to come out I settle for a nice hot bubble bath.

And in true, ahhh yes, I have a teenager in the house form… NO MOTHER FUCKING WANKING HOT WATER!!

COCKSUCKERMOTHER FUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

I climbed into bed and cried. After a while I picked up the phone and called my mum for a chat and amazingly I felt so much better and I didn’t moan too much on the phone. Thanks mum J

oh and I have my job interview on Sunday... stay
tuned!