I FEEL PRETTY ~ West Side Story22:26 Jun 25 2005
Times Read: 777
MARIA
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me tonight.
I feel charming,
Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real.
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
GIRLS
Have you met my good friend Maria,
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minute you see her,
She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock.
She thinks she's in love.
She thinks she's in Spain.
She isn't in love,
She's merely insane.
It must be the heat
Or some rare disease,
Or too much to eat
Or maybe it's fleas.
Keep away from her,
Send for Chino!
This is not the
Maria we know!
Modest and pure,
Polite and refined,
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!
MARIA
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give me its key.
A committee
Should be organized to honor me.
GIRLS
La la la la . . .
MARIA
I feel dizzy,
I feel sunny,
I feel fizzy and funny and fine,
And so pretty,
Miss America can just resign!
GIRLS
La la la la . . .
MARIA
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
GIRLS
What mirror where?
MARIA
Who can that attractive girl be?
GIRLS
Which? What? Where? Whom?
MARIA
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
GIRLS
Such a pretty me!
ALL
I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
Music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim.
© 1956, 1957 Amberson Holdings LLC and Stephen Sondheim. Copyright renewed.
Leonard Bernstein Music Publishing Company LLC, Publisher
Dami's Rant ~ My Dad, Recycling and Waste Managment01:41 Jun 24 2005
Times Read: 800
Well now lets see it’s been like 19 days since my last real official Dami’s Rant, I guess I’m do for one .. And well low and behold what do ya know, this one is yet again about my father. Or Prick Dad as I like to refer to him in my mind when he gets to be like this. I swear the man needs to go out and higher himself a hooker or some shit, because he’s about to drive me friggin nuts. One of these days he’s gonna end up giving him his self a heart attack the way he goes off at times, and all about the stupidest little things that he’s go not friggin control over. Lord have mercy I need to get out of here. Well what is this one all about ... it seems my lovely little town has yet again decided to change how they handle their waste management and recycling. This from what I gather has been a changing revolving thing every year or two. Well I can’t say as I blame the city really it’s growing by leaps and bounds so obviously the two is out growing the program in place. Well no biggy their right. So anyway’s, they send out this flier that tells about the new program and what size cans and such they will allow, and basically what they are planning to do is charge every household $10 a month fee to use their can which they will provide. However it does say that you will be able to use your own can providing that it is well marked as a recycling container. Yada yada yada .. So anyway’s in my dads line of work he tends to get things that people throw away that are still in great shape (he does home improvements and renovations) a lot of time people will move out and leave all kinds of things behind ... I once got a tv and stereo from one of these jobs that worked great. Well he got a big green can on wheels that said Waste Management on it. Well last week he put it out and the guy refused to take it ... left a sticker on it saying ti was too big a container then what was allowed. Ok so what does my dad do ... He bitches about it, reads the flier thing they sent out again and see’s that it says you can use your own container providing it is well marked .. To him that means going out and buying blue spray paint and painting the green can blue, in the meantime he has me cut out of card board a stencil that says “We Recycle” now mind you when he has me do this he leaves and takes with him all his tools IE. Cutting knives, so I have NOTHING to carve out the letters with ... I go digging around in the garage and finally find a rusted out dull dry wall knife with enough of a tip to use. An hour, a blister, damn near two cut off fingers later and I finally have a decent stencil cut out of the card board. Do I get a think you for this ... NOOOOOOO ... Whatever ... Well this week rolls around and he puts out his newly painted and stenciled >;^} thanks to me; can out by the side of the road. Well low and behold guess what ... They didn’t take it .. They put a sticker on it again that says ... You guessed it ... “Container Not Acceptable” and the guy writes on it must be under 35 gallons. OOOOKKKK DUHHH dad. So what does Dad do? Gets all pissy and bitchy and turns into Prick Dad, and starts bitch AT ME because they won’t take it. No not TO ME but AT ME like it’s my fault. So anyway’s he calls the company up (oh and I hate when he does this, because I feel for those poor receptionists on the other end whenever he calls to bitch about something, I’ve been on the receiving end of calls like that, and ya know what .. IT’S NOT HER FAULT!!!) Well he starts bitching at her about the can, she takes his name and number down and says she’ll have the plant manager get in touch with him. Well then he goes off to work after having bitched AT ME some more and tells me that if the guy calls back to tell him all this BS and what ever and threaten not to pay their $10 a month fee for their can and yada yada ... So about 45 minutes later the guy calls up and tells me that his collection guy had called him the week before about the can and told him it was green and that he had called him again and told him the can was painted blue now ... And all that and the guy says what it boils down to is number one it’s too big, we wont’ take it and number two, it’s not our can it’s another company’s we can’t empty another company’s can. The guys really nice and calm explaining this to me, and I’m calm and gentle getting the information as to why they won’t take it, and realizing that hey they aren’t going to take it mainly because it’s too big period. So, anyway’s, my dad comes home from work and I tell him what the guy says and Prick Dad starts yelling at me again because they won’t take it, yelling at me because I didn’t tell them a lie that he’s this 65 year old man that doesn’t have a lot of garbage and all this other crap, and then bitches at me even more because I didn’t threaten the guy with “Well then you can just keep your damn can I’m not paying your $10 month fee for the use of the can, I’ll find my own way to get rid of my trash.” B.S. and ya know what I’m thinking in the back of my head ... had he called me up bitching like that ... I would have said .. “Listen asshole, I don’t give two shit’s about your $10 a month if I have to pay two men $30 a month just to empty your one friggin can, when I can pay one guy $15 a month to empty your one can, shove it up your ass, go tot eh dumb and pay the $20 dumping fee for all I care.”
Today's Ramblings *sigh*03:51 Jun 23 2005
Times Read: 810
Well today thankfully wasn't as bad as yesterday. *sighs big sigh of relief* But that doesn't mean I'm canceling my appointment I'm still going. It's time for my annual anyways so why not. Anyway's that not what today's ramblings are about ... I have this thing .. I clean my room really, really good like once a month .. hey my room is my sanctuary no one else needs be in here unless I invite them in, which I don't. So anyway's when I'm cleaning it usually takes all day because I mean I dust, vacuum, laundry, clean the closet ... I mean just about everything is pulled up and dusted or cleaned. Of course when you are doing that kind of cleaning even though you have the music playing in the background it still leaves much time for thoughts to roam. And roam they did because while I was cleaning I ran across some letters that I was sent here at this address since I moved back. I had half a mind to stop and read them .. but then as I looked at one and seen the date, I realized I could recall exactly what he wrote in the letter, damn near word for word ... I mean I remember a lot of what his letters have said, how it's said and what not. But with these some how I could almost see them as if I was holding them in my hands and reading them. So needless to say I just put them in a pile and put them in a place. I have yet to answer the most recent and I'm not going to yet .. as he demanded that I HAD to write him "in two weeks time or face the consequences" and of course he then went on to point the finger at me and "everything you did" .... hmmm now this is where my mind began to wander as I was cleaning, and I began to think of exactly ALL THE THINGS I DID ... and ya know what ... I have one statement to make ... not that he will ever read it, but it will make me feel better to say it ... GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU SELFISH FUCKING BASTARD!!!! After all the fuck I did, let's see, I cooked, I cleaned, I shopped, I worked, oh and then lets not forget the trial and after you got locked up ... not only did I do all of the above, but now I took all your calls at $1 a minute or $15 a call, and not just one call but 2 and 3 and 5 times a night because you couldn't handle it, calls which I had to pay, I spent literally my last dime to drive 6 to 8 hours to see you, to sit for 6 hours listening to you cut me down to absolutely nothing, then listen to you tell me that you loved me, I missed days of work to see your lawyers, to talk to your parents who wouldn't do anything to help, I even asked my own father and family to help in your defense, my own family who didn't even hardly know you, I stayed awake night after night when you got locked up in isolation because you stupidly smoked pot knowing the risks, not to mention the nights I lied awake worrying about your safety due to your charges to begin with, I got fired from jobs because of you, I had no friends because of you, is was an outcast in town because of you, I dealt with your two girls cussing me, using me, and stealing from me, I was cussed out by your own family, accused of being a whore and sleeping with people I never even knew let alone crossed paths with, *sigh* ah fuck I could go on and on and on, which I did today, I thought of every last little thing that "I DID to you"; to the point that when I had finally finished cleaning my room, I wasn't just physically exhausted but mentally too and I had to lay down. When I woke up only one thing came to mind ... I know exactly what I DID and what I DIDN'T do to you that I know in my heart and mind that I am *see below*
P.S. on a side note ... while I was cleaning I found some Vanilla room deodorizer, so before I laid down i decided to spray some, to see if I could handle the scent now, as it used to make me really sick because I used to drink too much Nilla Capps ... when i woke up I could still smell it strong and even now several hours later it's strong, this si some very good stuff.
Some Tickle Quizes ~ I'm a Sphinx
04:24 Jun 22 2005
Times Read: 835
What's Your Goddess Identity?
You're a Sphinx!
You are a mysterious being, Lady Sphinx, distinguished by your deep wisdom, strength, and royal power. You've also got a special something that draws people to you — even if they can't explain why. Maybe it's because you're always immersed in thought, pondering everything around you — your music, the fashion scene, or the latest movies.
It's not that you need to be on top of everything, it's just that you prefer to walk a stable path through this life, and that's easier for you to do if you know what's goin' on. But beyond your keen awareness of the world, you also have a strong intuition — which is probably why friends and family think of you as such a sage goddess. This natural ability to just sense things makes you a great judge of character when meeting new friends, or attracting a new crush. So don't be afraid to use these otherworldly goddess powers to spark some love in your realm, Ms. Sphinx! Work that intrigue.
Your gifts make you alluring, but not too revealing. You'll always hold the secrets of life and keep 'em guessing. You've got plenty to show the world — so get out there and show them what you're made of!
What's Your Party Style?
Your party style is to Host
Every successful party's got a smooth operator behind the scenes, and you certainly know how to put on a good show. You're a natural born leader - and you like to be in charge.
You probably often find your friends turning to you to get the goods on the night's plans, whether that means you're having everybody over to your pad for game night, or heading out to paint the town red. From keeping glasses filled to keeping the conversation rolling, you certainly know how to get a party started - and keep it going strong. And you make it all look so easy.
How Superstitious Are You?
Looks like you've got better things to worry about than that open umbrella or that mirror you cracked a few years ago! You may entertain some superstitions, or even practice them habitually "just-in-case." But, you don't let them get the best of you! Your answers reveal that you don't believe a cute little cat or a four-leaf clover can change your fate. Good for you! Superstitions, when used in moderation, can be a lighthearted way to play with the concept of luck. But, when you start carrying around a piece of wood for emergency knocking, an alarm should definitely sound! Superstitions are irrational beliefs that are created to make sense of coincidences or the unknown. When someone is confused or lacks knowledge on a subject, she may turn to superstition for guidance and luck.
The Sex IQ Test Do You Know the Facts of Life?
Your Sex IQ is 109!
You scored higher than 70% of other people who have taken our test.
As you were taking the test, we measured how your sexual knowledge stacks up in the 8 areas that contribute to your Sex IQ. You scored highest when it comes to knowing about fertility. But it might surprise you how you scored in the other areas that make you sexually smart.
Are You Evil?
Good for you, you're human. We all have evil thoughts, and you may have acted on a few of yours, but you're probably okay traveling through Buffy's turf. Or maybe you're an aspiring evil person and you've never given yourself a real chance. Go ahead and forgive yourself for the mean-spirited — but ultimately harmless — pranks you pulled in grade school. Whispering behind your co-workers' backs won't flood you with bad karma. And we've all held out for ourselves in the throes of passion a time or two. So keep listening to that conscience of yours, but don't worry about tuning it out every so often. Keep reading for more evil details!
In the bedroom, you don't have an evil bone in your body — well maybe one, but ... aw, never mind. The moral lessons you learned as a child really stuck — we have a sneaking suspicion you're still haunted by the ghost of your parents' first sex lecture ("Heavy petting won't make you popular"). In bed, you're as generous as they come — you always put your partner's needs ahead of yours. And your bedroom is a sacred temple. Overall, you're an enlightened sexual wonder. Just remember, it's okay to go nuts on your birthday.
Okay, admit it — sometimes you'd rather avoid face-to-face conflict. Now, was telling us that to our face so hard? No. Being up front about any concerns as soon as you have them, rather than letting them build up and turn into, say, a tire-slashing incident, is a good thing. And it sure beats getting a reputation as someone with a taste for revenge. Sure, you probably wouldn't make a very good bouncer, but that's okay. Take comfort from the fact that, overall, we think you're just swell.
We're not going to say you're a bad person, but you're toeing the line. A little advice: Try to think about how your victim will feel before you pull your next dirty prank (we don't care how funny it is when you take out a classifed ad and sell someone's car for them). You may think cruelty is funny, but your friends don't — especially the ones who've been burned by your verging-on-evil ways. Listen to your conscience a little more, okay?
What's Your Style Profile?
Entirely Edgy
If we asked your friends, they might tell us you cringe at the word, "fashion." Rarely one to follow trends (unless, of course, they suit your fancy), your look is truly individual and a genuine extension of your personality.
Even when you're running errands, there's something distinctive in your look: maybe vintage sneakers or a wildly printed T. You tend to be someone who likes to have fun with her clothes, and your sense of style usually merits a second look.
What Do Your Lips Say About You?
Flaming Lips
What's happening, hot stuff? Whether you usually find yourself asking or answering this question, you've got a fire in your belly that sets you apart from the rest. You are a passionate person who loves to make connections, impress others, and leave people wanting more. How do make all of this happen? Your sizzling looks, your bold statements, or your daring stunts — your heart is more than on your sleeve, it's in everything you do.
You pour your emotions into each pursuit, and you pay attention to them just a much. From choosing a career to choosing a lip shade, you trust your gut first, ask questions later. And with this kind of spontaneous and confident approach to life, you're sure to find adventure and adoration at every turn.
What's Behind Your Emotions? Why You Feel the Way You Do
Your emotions are triggered by your underlying belief in Integrity
In other words, your uncompromisingly honest nature directly affects how, and how often, you experience certain feelings.
For example, your test results indicate that you're most fulfilled when you hold fast to your moral ideals. That factor is directly related to your fundamental belief in integrity and the range of emotions it triggers.
If you're a guy reading this I warn you, you may want to stop here...03:12 Jun 22 2005
Times Read: 849
OK I'M WARNING YOU ONE LAST TIME .. IF YOU ARE A GUY YOU PROBABLY WON'T WANT TO READ THIS ENTRY ...
Ok, so ... normally I'm not to highly concerned with my health. I've been in and out of hospitals since I was 6 months old ... so it really takes a lot for me to break down and go to a doctor for anything. Especially if it's having to do with pain. But even for me now and again I can get spooked ... every few months (3rd or 4th sometimes 6th month) my period is extremely heavy (I WARNED YOU NOT TO READ THIS .. so if you're a guy and right now you've just said "Oh shit or gross" or something like that, I don't want to hear about it...) anyway's when I say extremely heavy we're talking damn near seems like Im hemorrhaging. Literally it keeps me down for a day or two that I really can't even go out in public, I need to stay near the rest room. Well anyway's it causes my to be obviously very tired and lethargic. I get shaky, and really for the most part of it I'm just way out of it. the one time I did talk to a doctor about it they didn't give me much of a reason for it other then possible stress related or simply my body flushing it's self out. Well all that aside, I have to say that for once I'm a bit concerned right now. More so then usual. You see for the second time in about two weeks I am having a period again. Also this is the second month in like the last 4 that this has happened. What's worse is that for 3 days straight it's been heavy enough to cause me major concern that I have broken down and made an appointment at the clinic. I'd rather it be a regular doctor but #1 I can't afford one, and #2 I don't have one as I only moved back up to this area in November and have not had need of one. So the clinic it is, but not until the 27th. In the meantime I'm not sure what to do. Today was the worst ... not only could I literally do anything all morning, but all day I have been shaking so badly it shocks even me. It's not just my hands, but my whole body. I've been exhausted. Though late this afternoon I was able to do some of my chores, so it's subsided a little. I wonder what tomorrow will bring, I hope not another day like today. I'm also concerned because I've been under a lot of stress, as I wrote a few days ago that my heart had also been acting up. Damn I hate when this crap happens to me. The last thing I need right now is to have to see a shit load of doctors and crap. I know if I could just lower my stress level I'd be doing a bit better. And on that note I slowly have been. While the 'Big Thing' still sits on my shoulder until I can make $300 to finalize things, other things are looking up in my personal life. I can only hope that they will continue to do so. Then maybe stress levels will go back down and things will go back to normal in my body. It concerns me to because lets face it I'm not exactly young, I'm not old, but 34 is getting up there, and well within the time I guess to start early the Big M. a woman goes through, and honestly I don't want that to happen, as I have hopes of possibly, with the right person having another child if it's in my cards ...
Classroom Activity01:53 Jun 15 2005
Times Read: 951
It was Friday morning, and that meant it was time for an activity that the teacher called 'add to the picture'. The teacher would call students to the chalkboard one at a time. The first student would draw an object on the chalkboard, and each following student would add something to the picture to make it a new picture.
The teacher called on James to start things off.
James returned to his seat.
The teacher called on Ernie next.
Ernie returned to his seat.
Now it was Suzy's turn.
Suzy returned to her seat.
Next, the teacher called Jerry to the board.
Jerry returned to his seat.
Kim was called to the board.
About this time, little Johnny began waving his arm hysterically. Little Johnny was well known for being dirty-minded, so the teacher was reluctant to call on him for anything. But as the teacher looked at the picture on the chalkboard, she thought that there was no way that little Johnny could possibly do anything to make this picture dirty. So she called on little Johnny, and he ran to the chalkboard.
Little Johnny had done it again.
Death Bed Confessions01:41 Jun 15 2005
Times Read: 955
Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a
candlelight vigil by his side. She held his fragile
hand, tears running down her face. Her praying
roused him from his slumber; He looked up and his
pale lips began to move slightly. "Becky my
darling," he whispered.
"Hush my love," she said. "Rest, don't talk." He
was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice,
"I have something that I must confess."
"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping
Becky, "Everything's all right, go to sleep."
"No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I ... I slept
with your sister, your best friend, her best friend,
and your mother!"
"I know, sweetheart," whispered Becky, "let the
poison work."
Moment of Madness ~ And the word of the day is ~ FUCK!!!
03:34 Jun 08 2005
Times Read: 1,051
MEN SUCK!!!!
I suppose I should elaborate on that huh??? Well what I've been waiting for, for the last what almost two weeks has finally arrived. Just as I thought I would have problems .. I am .. he's being a total fucking dick about this whole thing and won't sign the damn papers. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! I am at this point where I can't even truly think straight, I have a million and one thoughts running through my head .. probably one of the top being ... how the hell do I come up with $300 to file the damn papers and be done with this chapter in my life. Here all he has to do is ask his parents (as he's in prison and can't make the money) his parents to send him $60 fucking dollars and that is it. But no he's going to be a total dick and make me pay for the whole thing .. the worst part is that he didn't even sign the fucking papers. No he had to add his two cents which were given .. the part about me taking back my maiden name ... DUHHHHHH as if I wasn't planning on doing that in the first place .. hell I'd already be using my maiden name if it weren't for the fact that the only legal documents I have are in my married name .. I can't get those changed without a divorce/annulment decree so here I sit fucked. Oh then he add's one that says I am to be responsible for ALL debts incurred after his date of being found guilty .. now wait just one fucking minute there... first off the ass left me with an electric bill, a phone bill and rent all due and he had spent his last pay check on beer and weed .. so isn't that a fine howdee doo?? So I finally get that all paid up and HIS air conditioner which was on pawn for $150 .. then he runs up a $500+ phone bill making collect calls too the house ... yeah say well you didn't have to take the calls .. oh but then I did, I was stupid .. I loved him .. if I didn't take his calls then I was accused of being out whoreing around or having guys in my home when I was supposed to be on the phone with him. So needless to say no matter what I ever did I could never do nothing to make him happy .. go figure .. I'm such a fucking stupid ass, why, why did I fucking put up with that shit for 5 fucking years???? Not to mention the fact that he doesn't even have his facts straight ... I have paid off all debts and loans I've had down there in the first 3 months that I was back here in Chicago .. the only one being the phone bill in his name. But according to him and his lying fucking people they say that they are getting calls all the time and that there is a warrant out for my arrest ?? Hmmmm if so, why have I not heard nothing?? It's not as if the State of Georgia doesn't know where I am .. now of course having said that I'll probably receive a knock on the door any day now ... what for I have no clue ... but at this point I don't much give a rats ass ... maybe what I do need is to be locked up somewhere, or better yet some padded cell and pumped full of drugs so I can't feel a fucking thing or think at all ... I'm too the point that I just don't give a shit about anything anymore ... and I mean NOTHING!!!! I can't sleep, I hardly eat, when I do I feel like I want to throw it right back up. The only friends I have are here on this site .. the one who I thought was still my friend from down there I'm realizing more and more just how much she has contributed to the rumors that were spread about me all over town down there .. and quite honestly I don't give a rats ass about the rumors .. I know the truth, I know the kind of person I am, and have always been ... to me a relationship is sacred, marriage is sacred ... I was raised with old fashion values thanks to my Grandparents remaining in my life even after my p mother passed away. When I give my heart to someone, I give them all of me, mind, body and soul that's mine to give. I've found the hardest thing I think in life, at this point, is loving someone that doesn't love you back. It was a long ass chapter in my play off life, and the curtain hasn't yet closed upon it .. but in time it will, how long will it take me to come up with the money, that's the problem now .. oh and that he expects me to write him back within two weeks ... like he fucking expects me to pull $300+ out of my ass ... FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!
Dami's Rant ~ Yeah I'd like a little cheese to go with my whine >;^{ ,,!,,07:23 Jun 04 2005
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Ok I'm really fucking pissed at my dad right now, he acts as if I don't do shit around here to help "pay" my way. I cook dinner every night when there is food in the house) .. but that also includes actually PLANNING a menu for like at least 2 weeks, making the grocery list from it, and then going and doing the shopping. THEN after dinner I clean up the food, AND I wash the dishes from the said dinner I have just made. I vacuum practically everyday because he put in hard wood floors and HIS dog sheds A LOT. Not to mention every other day I get the swifer thingy out and mop/wax those said floors, because I hate to see spot and scuffs on a new wood floor. Not to mention HIS said dog drips and drools on the floor whenever she drinks from her bowl, she has a furry face, she can't help that. But he also tracks shit in from the outside from working, Uh ever hear of wiping you feet first??? >;^{ I clean the bathrooms once a week (I have my bathroom and he has his, but the shower is in his) so I clean it because of that AND because I am not working and have no real money to give him unless I babysit my sisters kids .. anyhoo .. any of you women who live with men know just how nasty a job that can be ... piss all over the floor and toilet because he can't aim right or something ... hair all over the sink from shaving ... and so on ... NASTY ... but I do it. I dust the house once a week ... the only room I don't touch is HIS bedroom, that's HIS space not to mention I've been accused in the past by HIM of stealing money from him which I have NOT done .. so I just stay out of there, saves the hassles. I also wash and dry and fold HIS clothes, which is a pain in the ass because the washer leaks so I am constantly changing out towels to keep the water from getting off onto the carpet in the family/req room. What pisses me off is that he is making a huge deal about me "Not doing stuff around the house, that I can see needs to be done." Ok now if I could SEE what exactly he thought needed to be done, fine I'd do it .. so I ASK him .. I get nothing .. then suddenly two or three days later he starts bitching I'm not doing anything ... which I've been doing all of the above all along ... So he leaves me a list ... the shit on the list that he wants done is what most consider like yearly or bi-yearly cleaning ... ok fine no big deal ... only it is because this is the kind of stuff that when I first moved out 10 years ago he would hire a girl to come in and do ... that lasted like a year or two ... then I moved back in for 6 months and I get turned into his slave ... I move out, five years later I'm back and yet again ... I'm turned into his slave and furthermore he believes that he can control my life ... my finances (ahh see Dami's rant ~GGGGGRRRRR >;^{ ) ... he thinks he can control when I go to sleep, like I can just make my mind and shit shut down ... I'm 34 fucking years old ... yes I know it's his house, and yes I know he pays the bills ... he thinks that he can control me by unplugging the internet .. and that is going to make me WANT to go to bed or something .. that he has to stay up and hold my hand ... or what I don't fucking know. The total added amount that my living here has added to the bills on average for each month has been less then $75 IF THAT and that includes what I pay him added for the cell phone (of which HE insisted I have), the added electric which is only like $14 to $16 a month for me being online and having one light on at night. He's had DSL before I got here so there is no added internet charges, and I don't make long distance calls on the phone with out using a calling card ... Of which I pay for... If I don’t have the minutes I don't use the phone, only for local calls ... I don't eat much like one meal a day, and my coffee, of which 90% of the time I pay for, he doesn't drink it so I usually get it for myself. I pay for my own personal items such as shampoo and conditioner and all that ... so in essence I truly do not add much to his bills ... yet he acts as if I don't do anything around here to earn my keep.
Well let's put it this way ... If I didn't live here, he'd be back to eating fast food almost every night, because he does not like to cook. His bathroom wouldn’t be cleaned (and let me tell you, the first time I cleaned it when I moved back in, it took me damn near three hours to clean both bathrooms that’s how bad it was, he’d be doing his own laundry and his own shopping on the rare occasions in which he did actually buy food for himself. Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful that he’s LET me move back here, and I really don’t mind doing the cleaning ... I don’t mind even doing the extra’s .. But gawd damn it, if I ask you what you want me to do then fucking tell me, don’t assume that I will know what you want done, furthermore don’t fucking act and say that I don’t fucking do a gawd damn thing around here. >;^{
AS IF WE DIDN'T KNOW THIS ONE 
Well then on to the mall to see BATMAN .... 
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