FLUFF

*** 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! 

I LOVE YOU BUT....

You might have seen the cute pictures of my little kittens Holly and Molly. If you have not, please click HERE to see their pics. ( might need to scroll down a little) They are so cute and so funny. 

In a recent post called WRINKLED I stated I hated ironing and shopping. I can truly say I would take shopping and ironing all day long over dealing with the cat litter tray! Oh, and their fucking disgusting smelling food!

Each and every day I hold my breath or breathe through my nose to dish up their, ‘Succulent meat in jelly.’ whilst trying not to puke at the smell and sight of it. I have never been cat foods biggest fan due to an incident at college back in 1995, but felt after a while it wouldn’t bother me so much. Glory be the day!

However, the food is one thing but cleaning up their litter tray and dealing with their shit- defiantly comes hand in hand with cleaning up vomit! As most will know, cleaning up vomit is not a daily task, (unless you work in a hospital or something) which I do not but those two tasks rank the highest on my list of, ‘OMG this is rank!’

The cat litter needs to be done almost everyday. I swear to god these cats have a shit marathon each and every night. It must be their favourite thing to do, just shit, shit shit all night!

I love you but omg! Hurry the fuck up and learn how to jump the fence and go take a shit in my neighbours’ gardens!!

It almost feels like I pour out one load of shit into a bowl to then scoop shit out of another one.

Yes yes yes, I wanted cats so I just need to suck it up! But wow how can something so cute, be so smelly!!

THE END

I had to use the bathroom - again.  It was so cold the lino stung my feet, must find my bed socks, probably at the end of the duvet.  When I came out he was there, “are you all right?”  Stupid question. “Yep, I’m fine.”  We got back into bed and he put his arms around me pulling me closer.  The heat from his body enveloped me snugly just like being covered in an electric blanket.  I felt safe and warm in his strength and love.  I don’t know how long, but we both heard my breathing slow and soften, no grasping, wheezing or gagging.  The comfort I feel is immeasurable knowing love and sharing love.  Not the past, that is just anchors dragging you back, not the future as that is uncertain but the present, here, now.  The joy that laying in your lovers arms can bring is so wonderful, like Spring when the trees are turning green again.  Like the birds happily chirping at the return of the sun.  I don’t know how long, days, months but if I can stay like this moment at the end it will be blissful, happy and warm.

written by my mum :o)

THE POKE

Recent events got me thinking about face book, poking and other social Internet sites. (This might be long so I hope you have a cup of tea or something!)  This is purely my own thoughts and outlook on the topic, so I hope not to offend.

Face book – well face book and the actions, behaviour that are displayed or not displayed on there is a psychological wet dream. Whilst looking at and wanting to understand behaviour of people, face book can just high light the best and worst parts of people. (For me I like to play games and to be nosey and let the world know what I am doing, now and then but sometimes face book, can do one!)

I think I can safely say that most people use face book but if not, have in fact heard of it or even tried to participate in it. As most know there is an option to ‘poke’ people you know and people you do not know. (I randomly poke no real reason but as there are so many reasons to poke someone I like to keep people wondering)

The poke – now this was, I feel, very clever as it can mean so many different things. A poke to a family member could be seen as a hello. To an old school friend, a poke – do you remember me? You might see someone rather attractive – poke – hello, how you doin’? A flirt, a hello, a prompt – very clever.  It can be misunderstood of course. Poking the wrong person! Some people might not like it. (Can you see me pulling a face?)

The games and other sites that link via face book always make me laugh. Most games insist you have a billion friends but yet they frown upon members adding random people just for games! Sponsored sites and single ads (groan)

What does your face book say about you? When you add someone new and you look at their page and you see they play games, swear, flirt and participate in single social links on face book. Do you draw an opinion of that person?  Are people aware that they are in fact being judged? Could this be why many might think twice about posting their thoughts? How many have deleted a post as they felt a certain person might see? Yes! My own cluster fuck of over thinking! ( some might remember that I added someone a while ago that accepted my friends request but after seeing my picture and then realising I am over weight they quickly un-friended me!)

I have my own personal experience with face book, while in a relationship. It can be quite dicey. As it is considered a portal into the past, present and future, people and places, it can cause a person anxiety and bring in to play their own personal self esteem issues. How many have been annoyed as their partner sits on face book?

I for one have been one of those people. As the net is one shady fucking place! I have divulged the fact I use chat rooms and or social sites. I have nothing but conclusion on them, in a way it has made me very cynical about social sites altogether. Yet, I still use them! The why and how I use them is constantly changing. However, what I thought I would find there has disappeared like a fart in the wind.

(That reminds me my computer keeps making a weird noise -_- ) so my Saturday morning thoughts are as always a never ending of banquet of over thinking bollocks! Just think, all that you just read was in my busy busy head! I would like to tell you it was the only thing I was thinking about but I can not.

Morning! I have not written for a little while and this post might show that it all bottles up a tad. I still have not heard anything from the job I applied for L I still hold out hope!  

My pussycats, I recently acquired the sister kitten of Holly. My son decided to call her Molly. I was calling her smelly Elly for a while as she was – smelly. They are around 10 weeks now, de-wormed – de flea-d and settled in... They are both so cute and funny but incredibly stupid kittens but I am so glad I got them both. I was woken up by Molly; she was sitting on my pillow leaning on my head, licking my spam! Nice!

Here are a couple of pictures of them both.

Holly

Molly

Molly & Holly

No real plans for this cold frosty Saturday, maybe some poker later, some course work to be done then a movie and my own home made lasagne tonight. Yes, I know I live on the edge don’t I! Have a fantastic Saturday J

Mel