The Laundry Monster Ate It…

 

I got a note that made me laugh.

Someone asked how bad my room was.

Lets jsut say that the Laundry monster ate my room… then blew up.

so now my entire floor is laundry.

it might be clean.

but i’m not sure anymore.

i dont’ ahve a huge amount of space so if i let my laundry go unchecked it swallows the floor and i’mdoomed.

doomed i say.

then i make a giant pile and stare at it.

i dont’ even know what all those clothes MEAN.

i don’t even HAVE ANYTHING TO WEAR.

it’s all lounge around the house who cares if it has a stain clothes.

oh well. bah.

hate.

i’ll be fat forever.

shut up.

ok.

so what about the idiots and why i hate them?

well one idiot is married to me.

yeah *sigh* horror.

it’s only on paper and i can’t wait to make it go away.

but he just refuses to make his car paymentson time and shit is starting to piss me off.

i want to run him over.

with a steam roller.

yay!

if he ever turns up dead they could probably try to blame me. but i have no clue where he is, so ha ha on them.

he keeps trying to "see me" but i keep putting him off. he’s an idiot and i don’t have a single ounce of desire to see him ever again.

ih ope i can get this divorce done through the mail and NEVER lay my eyes on him again. that would suite me fine.

mr. happy doom just got an attitude with me.

he can go under a steam roller too.

bah schnickety.

my younger brother is an idiot. he’s 13 and he decided to punch jonathon, who is 5 in the face yesterday. he got sent to his room. no computer priveleges for a week. leave the little kids alone. yeah, he pu nched him because he "burpedin his face"

that did not happen. he was looking at him and he punched him for looking at him. i saw the entire thing. regardless, later that night when i put my kids to bed i asked him if he was watching the tv (they all share a room). he said yes. so i figured i’d let him finish watching his show and then let my kids watch their 30 minutes of cartoons (they really dont’ want tv before then, which is a good thing for sure). he proceeded to throw a fit and tell me to take my fat butt out of his room and go to a gym (which i almost laughed at, cuz it’s true! ha ha. but he thought it would hurt me or something i guess) so then i told him that I would not allow him to talk to me that way. he told me he didn’t care and he would do what he wanted. so it went back and forth (though i should have just ignored him) and he eventually pushed me. i pushed him back. he threw a trash can at my head.  He then threw his fists at me, which i dodged. it took all of my will to not pop him in the head. but he’s taller than me (yeah, at 13…) and i didn’t want to really get into a bad situation. i sent him downstairs to wait for the police to show up and take his crazy ass to jail.

*sigh*

so i told my mother that i would not stay in a house with a person who threatened me or my children and he would have to go if he didn’t straighten up. we’ll see if that happens.

 

whatever.

i’m so hungry.

i guess i better drink some more tea.