***That awkward moment when you read your post and realize you
might have narcissistic tendencies…. Oops.***
Part of being in a relationship is accepting the good with
the bad. For instance, the farting on me while you sleep… or you thinking your
jokes are funny, but in all reality, they are only funny to you. The pretending
to be half interested when you could really give a flying fuck what is going on
in the other person’s world… (We both
suck at faking interest)
I accept the negative because the things I love the most
about you overpower the shit that makes me want to poke my eyeballs out and
stick screwdrivers in my ears.
I’m sure that you’ll get butt-hurt over this posting,
however I’m feeling inspired to write about something for the first time in months,
which happens to be the joys of relationships.
You know how I feel about the butt-hurt though; to this honor, I
dedicate a quote that you so dearly despise, “Put a tampon in it.”
Which strangely made a song pop into my head, “If you don’t
like it then you better put a tampon in it, If you don’t like then you better
put a tampon in it.”
Now there is a hit.
I said, “Lord Jesus, it’s a manpon.”
Okay, enough, enough.
First and foremost, I’m a fucking moody bitch. Seriously, I
can go from happy to angry over a simple overanalyzed pissy facial expression.
“Oh, you looked at me wrong, well enjoy my being a sarcastic
cunt for the rest of the evening there buddy.”
“But babe, I was just smiling.”
“You’ll be smiling alright, when I insert a manpon into your
mangina.”
You would think that most people would appreciate my
overzealous sense of sarcasm. They really don’t. While I might make myself
laugh, my boyfriend tends to hate it. I can be a bit overpowering… go figure.
This is that moment when I wish I wasn’t too lazy to dig up that e-card about the
reasoning for being fat is that you couldn’t fit this much personality into a
skinny person. Really, I’m just fat because I don’t like to exercise and I
drink a lot of beer.
With that being said, I try to control my urges to piss the
other half off when we are having adult conversations… I usually end up having
super sarcastic conversations with myself in my head. I know a lot of people
say they are missing that filter. I’m in a club with them. It is hard to
control myself from being a cunt. Especially on this anti-backspace kick I’ve
been on. He hates it. If I accidently type/text something snarky, I can’t erase
it. FAIL.
I don’t know what the point of this GD blog is, but carry
on…
Now that I’m not drunk and pissing in my bed on the regular,
my life has been pretty calm. I’ve been finding it hard to feel inspired to
write, though I’ve missed it dearly. Unless you want to hear about my daughter
being a smaller version of my smart-ass or my kittens, and I love my fucking
kittens, I haven’t had much to say. I think today I was inspired when I found
myself being extremely short and sarcastic with the boyfriend on my lunch
break. Which carried over to me being a super sarcastic texter. I suck at life
today. It made me think about relationships, the good, the bad and the ugly.
I haven’t really dated a lot. My vagina has had a much more
active dating life than me. However, the few people that have managed to
wrangle me have almost all been boring, except my dashing new beau. Well, newish. He
challenges me, which I love. It is so nice not to have someone that I can walk
all over or someone who couldn’t “handle my personality”. I might drive his ass
insane in the membrane, but he secretly loves every minute of it. I know, I’m
psychic. Even if he doesn’t, he loves me more than he hates me and that’s all
that matters. YOU WILL LOVE ME. YOU PUT THE LOVE IN THE HEART. Like a Hannibal
Lector cupid.
This whole having someone outspoken and spunky has its ups and
downs. We’re still adjusting, it probably doesn’t help that we kind of rushed
that whole living together thing. (Which is not a complaint) I absolutely love
living with the fucker. You know, keep your friends close and your enemies
closer… I kid, I kid.
Kittens. They are cute.
Why is it that people do things, complain about doing them
and then complain because they want/need to do them. I am the queen of it. I
think I should get an award for everything I fucking do. Is there a word for
that? My thought process is like “bitch, I donated to the fucking homeless and
to cure cancer, when cancer is cured and homeless people find homes, I want a
certificate…. Laminated and framed. Mother fucker, if I had kept that fucking
dollar I donated to those fuckers, I could buy more beer.”
Cleaning, I am a fucking neat freak. I bitch and complain about spending every
waking moment of my free time cleaning up after my little fam bam, yet when the
boyfriend does it for me, I’m at a loss and I feel like I am missing some big
adventure. I CAN’T NOT CLEAN. I think I need CA. That could be taken one of two
ways, Cats Anonymous and Cleaning Anonymous. I need both. It is also really
bothering me that that was a double negative, which equals, “I can clean.” That
makes sense though. Perfectly describes my addiction. The boyfriend tries to
help out and force me into relaxation, but I’m a fucking psycho. I want things
done my way or they won’t be right. I do appreciate his efforts. The apartment
does look good when he cleans, I just didn’t touch the towel that wiped off of
the counter, and therefore it doesn’t have the Kaitlyn-Glow.
I have totally lost my whole concept of what the fuck I was
doing with this blog, but it is amusing me either way.
Basically, I’m a
bitch, an amazingly hilarious bitch. (At least in my own head and that is all
that matters, duh) My boyfriend and I are crazy about each other, really, you
fucking touch him and I will cut you. Two words: Curb. Stomp. But seriously, he
makes my heart happy and my blood boil all at the same time. Enough of this
mushy shit….
I like cats. I like to clean and complain.
Word.
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