Category: Rants

I’m FOUL today, just plain FOUL. I pity all who must interface with me.

I hate every person on this stinking rock in space. I’m OVER people. Everybody.

I’m over my back hurting (this will be 3 weeks running).
I’m over feeling like SHIT from the time I wake up until the time I fall asleep.
I’m over my fat ass that’s totally immune to diet/exercise. Why can others do 30 mins of exercise a day and lose 30#, but I can do it and lose only 5? That SUCKS. How many goddam salads can one eat and still be fat? Gods dammit!!!
I’m over asshole people who don’t appreciate me.
I hate my jobs.
I’m bored.
I’m sick of helping people out only to have my time wasted because they don’t give a shit about whatever it was they asked me to do in the first place. Here’s a hint: DON’T ASK ME TO DO YOUR BULLSHIT. MY TIME COUNTS, TOO, YOU KNOW. Assholes.
I hate that Dave is now an invalid and I will have to devote much of my time to taking care of him. It’s not something I particularly want to do, yet I would never NOT do it. It’s a strain that I really don’t need now.
I’m tired of having no voice in anything I do. I just do tasks, but I don’t create. It sucks.
I detest this nasty ass town and I want to move.
I’m in a rut emotionally, sexually, intellectually, physically. In every way.
AND PEOPLE WHO CALL MY FUCKING CELL PHONE B/C THEY CAN’T FIGURE OUT WHICH NUMBER IS WHICH!!!! ARGH!! 404=HOME 678=CELL, which COSTS ME MONEY. GAH! WHAT is SO fucking hard to understand??!! I have sense enough to avoid paying cell contracts, hence my cell bill is about $10/mo – even with all the bullshit calls that I have to deal with due to the above conditions. GRRR.

I have on my two flip off Foamy shirt today. It barely scratches the surface of my loathing.

If you don’t need to call me or anything, I’d strongly suggest NOT until I’m over this little episode of Fear and Loathing: Summer Edition. If you do, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

mmmmmeeROW!! Pffft! Pfffft! Kitty SCRATCH.

…and the Law Won. Natch.

I went to court, the officer lied, brought in “witnesses” who did not even testify about me in particular, they testified about the “problem of people passing busses in Decatur”.

I’m $490 poorer.

Decatur City cops suck ass. There was no bus there, she changed her story, period. She was out to give a ticket, just like she told me at the outset. She has been sanctioned by the City of Decatur to hand out tickets, it’s one of her specific jobs, I found out. (The cop has to list off the stuff that s/he does specifically.)

Oh, well, gotta make EXAMPLES out of the rich white folk who are tryin’ to run down the po’ black chilluns in the screet every day in Downtown Decatur, right?

Whatever.

Even though I figured I’d lose, it’s still a bummer. But here’s a tip for anyone who’s never been to traffic court: if you think you’re gonna lose, just pay the ticket before your date or use no lo contendre. If you wait and go to traffic court, it costs you $70 more. If you use no lo, then you can’t use it again for some period of years, so be careful with it. I shoulda used it.

Here’s another tip: do NOT drive in Downtown Decatur between 2:30pm and 3:30pm M-F. Apparently Officer Strawn’s raison d’etre is to hand out $420 tickets. And they have 2 black women who are engaged by the city to come to every traffic ticket handed out as “witnesses” to the rampant passing of busses in Decatur. It’s a racket and it works.

Now I just have to find a way to shake it off and continue on. I had that money earmarked for some stuff that just won’t happen now. Hopefully another job will fall in my lap for $500 so I can offset this. At least I had the money and I didn’t have to dip into our household funds. It still totally sucks.

Can I just say how much I’m sick of the scene or lack thereof here? I cannot stand the Decatur Clique and I want to remove myself from it ASAP. The Decatur Clique has once again shown its collective asshole to us and I’m DONE. Last time I checked, High School ended back in the 80s. Grow the fuck up. This Clique is the oh, you’ve pissed one of us off, so you must be shunned. I feel like I live in Heathers.

The NOLA crowd is great, I love you guys, but you’re very far away. It’s not like I can run over and have a quick cocktail after work or anything. It’s a big to-do to come visit there or for you to come here. You know what I mean. I wish to the gods you were closer in, but you are not. :-( Our only close in friends are preoccupied and not very sociable right now. We hardly ever see them, so they aren’t a lot of help. We feel very isolated and we live in a town of millions!!

For fuck’s sake, there has got to be some cool peeps IN TOWN somewhere. We canNOT be the only “normal” people who like a little freak on the side in this fucking town. By “normal” I mean people who have jobs, pay their bills, live like normal people but are freaky on the weekends. There has got to be some people who share our interests and do not live in communes, are not hiding from the law, who have a car, have a home, pay their bills and are basically sensible humans but like to party. Aren’t there??

It certainly doesn’t seem that way. It seems like we are the only people in this stinking pit of a town who can balance a normal life and some freaky tendencies without being total drama whore losers: aka, the Decatur Clique.

I’m so over Decatur and everyone I want to hang out with living in the fucking ‘burbs I could just die. ARGH.

Is it too much to ask for friends who are close, normal, accessible and FUN?? Is it too much to want to be OUT of the goddamn Decatur rumour mill? Dammit, I am so OVER IT. It’s a fucking good thing I love my man and we’re best friends or I’d be a complete hermit fer sure!

JUST DAMN!