This just about sums it up…

Oh and…

Just Stop Talking…..

Let’s play pretend. Why not? Everyone else does.

Ya know…I know I bitch an moan a lot (thank you twitter Tumblr fam for always listening) but I have it pretty good. I have a beautiful daughter and a great man. Who not only takes care of his daughter he takes care of his family…

As of late Ive been very disgruntled with my surroundings. A particular issue has been looming around my circle of friends and I feel as if I’m the only one with my eyes wide open. This is my only avenue to vent because if I choose to discuss it with friends, I’m either A: Going off about something or B: Talking shit or C: Gossiping. Bitch no. If I wanted to gossip I would have blown the roof off of this shit MONTHS ago when a husband came crying to another that his wife fucked her best friend’s husband. Which brings me back to B: Talking shit. I have never and will never say things that I am not prepared to say to someones face when approached. (Yes, like hiding behind a blog post nobody will see, with good reason!)The sad part of it is though, is that I can’t even share my feelings because everyone is so god damned brain washed by the lies and deceit. Plus, the repercussions for my man could be catastrophic. Its sad that I feel a personal issue could render him defenseless in a work field. Two separate entities, yet here I stand fearful of it.Because I can’t vent to anyone in my life..I’ll vent to you guys. I would never name names because there are kids involved…and well revert back to fearful and catastrophic and just not my place to do so. BUT I NEED TO GET THIS OUT SOMEHOW. Which is why I’m so glad I’ve always kept my tumblr and twitter separate from everything else. Mainly because I dont want people knowing my unhealthy obsession with RP HA HA HA JK and Just in case I ever needed a safe avenue to vent. Glad I did. There will be no tags..just what I need to get off my chest, I am that distraught over it all.

In the time that I’ve moved here I’ve packed on a lot of weight due to having a baby and well never leaving the house because its hotter than Hades here and the gnats are incorrigible. So, I made good with my time and wrote a novel. Said novel will be published February 11, 2013 **Bow** Thank you Thank you** LOL Most have been happy and supportive of me…others have made snide comments that “its stupid and wont go anywhere.” Cool thanks. Because others have accomplished so much by sitting on the couch the last few years racking up debt, and screwing other peoples husbands. COOL STORY BRO tell me it again. Please.

Well hey at least one of the problems is absolved…the other well, that’s under control. Damage control that is. Everyone has been lied to and manipulated into thinking “poor little victim” right? I mean…that is what happened right?? News flash..if it wasn’t rape…it was consensual and I surprisingly I haven’t heard the word rape. Surprising because every other excuse has been brought to the table but that.

In the mean time while this all that was happening, the things that were said about others is horrific. I mean, you’d have to be one miserable twat waffle to say the things that were said about others and their children. Some examples you ask? Alright, Ill only give a few because I’m in desperate need to speak my mind.

“She only did this because her lame stuck up southern ass cant have kids. Her asshole husband got what he deserved. Her.” FYI. Said person is southern but is not stuck up. She is a true southerner. Refined and polite. Confusing class and manners with being stuck up is plain ol’ ignorant. And yes, by all means make fun of someone who cant have children because THATS really what a kind and classy person does. Please.And you know what same goes for her husband. Same goes for her husband. At least if they have something to say, they will say it. Maybe people don’t like what is said but tough titty…it’s called REALITY.

“Shut the fuck up about your kid already, he isn’t a genius and can only read because you shoved him in front of a TV set” Which I find IRONIC. Absolutely I-RON-IC.

This is my personal favorite. “Their house stinks like a farm and *person* smells like BO. ALL THE TIME.” FYI I have never ever smelled this person of BO…and Ive been in the house…it doesn’t smell like a farm. Then there’s the other side…”Oh it isn’t anyone’s business to tell anyone”…but its OK for someone else to tell someone the second they get wind of it? Or I know I know..its only OK to tell ONE side of it. Another cool story. Lets call this person Koo-Koo for cocoa puffs until ears bleed, but when the actual truth comes out make up scenarios.

Personally, I like what was said about my child.

The part where she is going to grow up just as fat and psychotic as her mother and how I don’t deserve to be a mother.” Well her fat psychotic mother was the only one who kept her trap shut and her hubs hasn’t been going around bragging that a certain someone hits on them and it was obvious they were “easy”.

Which I find plausible, but unjust. This fat psychotic person wrote a book that’s being published and may not be mother of the year but gives 100% to doing the best she can. I try not to speak ill of people behind their back, and if something is said, I am prepared to stand up for what I have said or apologize if I over reacted, or if I was wrong or if it was just plain ol’ mean.

So by all means, just take a step back and look…take a good hard look at what is actually happening around you. Because in some cases with friends like that who in their right mind needs enemies? Honestly? I mean is anyone capable of just being honest anymore? Even me. Look at me hiding behind a blog post putting all of you through my issues because I have no one to talk to about it. I couldn’t possibly allow these people to know what was said. It would hurt them, and I like others don’t get my kicks from hurting or degrading people. There would be a hell of a lot less shit talking, gossip and husband fucking if people were all HONEST. Unfortunately, I can’t go approach someone and say how I feel for reasons I listed above…but I damn sure wish I could. I pray every night that my man could be moved somewhere else for his job. EVERY GOD DAMNED DAY. Aside from four or five people…I wouldn’t miss this place for NOTHING, and that is sad.

Thank you for listening to me rant. I cant talk to anyone about it because I don’t want to verbally air someones dirty laundry to someone else who could guess who I am talking about. That isn’t my place, and rest assured none of you know any of the parties involved. And I’m good with that. I just REALLY needed to get this off my chest so I don’t just blow one day. Because Ive come close a few times…and I cant. I cant be that psycho Ive been called…I cant risk my hubs job because I cant tolerate peoples bullshit.

samandriel:

samandriel:

On December 21 this year we should all make text posts that sound really apocalyptic but aren’t. We could be like

OH GOD EVERYTHING IS BURNING

because I turned up the heater

or like

ALL I HEAR IS SCREAMING

from my tv 

or even

THIS IS GOODBYE BECAUSE WE’RE EVACUATING

the dancefloor

im surprised this hasnt been reblogged very much lately