I suck as a blogger. I am not real big on zoning into my sharing place so unless I have a beef, you kids aren't hearing from me.
Honestly, I have been so busy being fucking boring that I got nuttin' for ya.
Work is a place full of 40 year old children that tattle, spread gossip and smack each other down verbally. I am attempting to follow Roosevelt's immortal words, "Speak softly and carry a big stick" but I want to knock their pointy heads together and throw them to the unemployment lines and Craiglist help wanted ads.
SCM is living happily on the other side of the house. I see him a total of four hours a week which is four hours too much. He still irritates the shit out of me but I can put up with anything for four hours..
Well, maybe not watching FOX News or having anal sex. Which essentially are the same thing...Either one and I am getting fucked in the ass.
My mother is as bat shit insane and successfully building on her psychosis on an almost daily basis. Makes for some rather interesting phone calls to and from my siblings determining who's turn it is to be on the A list and who is due back on her shit list. We need to keep the cycle going for all involved.
The older brat is still claiming independence accompanied by his weekly calls of how he is going to starve to death if I don't take him out for a good meal at his favorite restaurant immediately. I think he is working and going to school. With his expertise of telling me what I want to hear, who the fuck knows? He could be running hookers out of Havana for all I know.
As for little brat, I am spending far too much time keeping her away from her "bestfriend" that resides across the street. They have been friends for six of their ten years of life. Originally I was playing good little liberal by encouraging the friendship between this motherless, (she left the state when she got knocked up by her affair partner), Fatherless, (he is in prison on drug charges and beating the shit out of his own mother) grandma raised soul. I thought my brat could actually be a good influence on her.
But as so often happens, it turned out that being bad it sooo much more fun. She's a sneaky little shit and encourages my daughter to do things that I already rejected. Together they are toxic and I am over it. I still feel sorry for her but I prefer to do it from afar and not while she is talking my daughter into riding bikes two miles down a busy road to get ice cream when they both know my wonderful kid isn't supposed to leave the block. (Best friend can do whatever she wants. Zero supervision)
So as you can see, dear kids, Christine is a barrel of boring.
Lucky for me, I am too busy to be depressed about it.