Saturday, August 27, 2011

What this really means

Ok, so I was in Walmart the other day….yeah I know that’s where I made my first mistake..but anyway, I am strolling through the intimates department and that’s where I found what well, I don’t even know, cant even describe it…there are no words for this….well actually it speaks volumes really………..

And this is what it says……….

Hi, Mom, you know, I'm 13 years old now and I've decided that selling my pussy is the direction I'm leaning to take with my life since you obviously don't want me to be happy because you refuse to buy me a cell phone. Like, whatever! With the help of messages like this courtesy of America’s favorite retailer, I know the important things in life, like, cool clothes and cash, cash, cash. And, in the end, I gotta work the snatch to get it. Oh and there are some really cool clear stripper shoes in the shoe department too, I mean everyone is wearing them Mom.

Seriously what has raising a teenager girl come to when parent’s goals are to keep their daughters off the poles? I feel sorry for you Doug, be strong man, and keep the guns loaded!

Friday, August 19, 2011

Angels, Whores and Fucknuts

I've noticed that the majority of men seem to think that women fall into one of three categories...Angels aka girl of their dreams, whores, and fucknuts. I've gotta agree that most woman fall into at least one of the categories, if not possibly more. I always thought this was presumptuous of men to actually think this, but from my observations of women it seems to be an accurate depiction.

The worst offenders are the woman who fall into the last two categories, which only adds to this seemingly stereotypical image of us chicks. The women who are considered whores can't seem to figure out why no man will "ultimately love" them when they can't seem to love themselves enough to not spread their legs for any jack off that gives them the slightest bit of attention or affection.

Then there are the fucknuts, You know the ones that are talking about getting married after 2 dates, have a lifetime subscription to Brides Magazine and have picked out their dress and put it on layaway by the 4th date. They are the ones that follow you around town, just happen to show up at the same bar as you and your buds are hanging at and is most likely the one who poured sugar in your gas tank and carved that term of endearment "cocksucker" into the side of your car.

Let's face want someone who will put up with them scratching their nads and hogging the remote and the occasional blowjob on their birthday...they want a lady on the street and a freak in the bed. Us women want to be adored and doted on and of course to be emotionally's a wonder anyone ever gets married.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

The Abyss

I hate how sometimes your brain doesn’t let your mouth in on what’s going on in your head, so it tries to decipher it and ends up getting it all wrong. It boggles my mind how emotions can lead to problems because you can’t seem to understand them at all. And I really hate when people don’t get that you are just trying to let your emotions explain themselves, and that you aren’t trying to let them run amuck. It’s just that your heart and mind can’t begin to fathom the true depth and intensity of the feelings that are hidden away in that secret box.
It’s the place where your love for a child dwells, but it is also a dark place, where you store pure hatred, the deep abyss where all those intense feelings live and are stored, because if turned loose they would be in such pure, raw, uncontrollable form that even the sanest of minds wouldn’t be able to manage them. And so it goes another mask is added to the collection…and you’re the only one who knows.

I'm Not Ready

Yes I confess I'm not ready to go back to work, I'm so far from being in the right mind frame to even contemplate it. Why? Well as of today I have no contract, no agreed upon calendar, no classroom assignment, no worksheets copied due to the copiers being shut down. I can't get into my office to organize myself because it's being "occupied" till god knows's just an epic fail to the beginning of the school year. Yeah I'm not ready to say the least. Shit.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Therapy Disected

I have this love hate relationship with therapy. On one hand I know it's good for me, cleansing, and well hopefully healing, but the process sucks. I'm not necessarily talking about the whole breaking down and examining of your emotions....well that part sucks too, but basically just the act of going can suck.

Case in last therapy session. Basically I have a 40 minute drive just to get to my therapists office, sucky point number one. Once I got there I park my ass in a way too small waiting room and well wait, and wait. This day she's running late, which is annoying when I think about it because it seems like the norm lately.

So starts the dialog in my head while I wait..........

Damn I forgot my checkbook.....shit I hate it when I do that....fuck it I'll have her bill me, not like I haven't personally financed a whole addition to her house. I hope she doesn't have her therapy dog with her today it's so distracting, I really can't get in touch with my dark side when there is an adorable golden retriever laying at my feet..........I wonder if she realizes that I've never seen her in a single outfit that was manufactured post 1985, and what is up with wearing two different shoes?  I wonder how many of her other patients have noticed that, maybe I'm the only one who spends inordinate time staring at the floor in therapy......Damn when is she going to come out here and get me?? She's seriously cutting into my "let's get down to the real problem" time cuz we all know the first half hour of therapy is all fluff, how was your week and how are your meds working bullshit. Those last 15 minutes are when you strip away the bull shit, and get down to the shit that matters, and right now you are cutting into my gut wrenching angst ridden breaking down my wall time.......I wonder if she thinks I'm as crazy as I feel sometimes...........
Then the door opens.................
please come in........................... and the work begins

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Thanks Matt for your Support

You know I'm really tired of being demonized as a teacher. I've watched my profession being the scapegoat for everything wrong in this country. I've watched as the media and politicians have tried to strip my dignity and try to make me feel ashamed that I have some decent benefits to go along with my crap ass salary.

So when I saw this video of Matt Damon defending my profession I felt some pride in the teachers that "taught" him well and thankful that he's remembered their dedication to teaching him.