Whipped cream and the torture dream....

I woke up this morning in the mood to cook. I climbed out of bed at five A.M. and wandered down stairs to the kitchen.
Shuffling through the cupboards, I finally found something worth making.



JELLO!!!

Of course I didn't just make Jello either. I went ahead and added a little of this...



And so now, I have a tasty treat for later...



Who doesn't love Jello shots?
(and yeah, there's nothing wrong with making them at five A.M. either.)

I had this dream that kind of put me in a bad mood so the Jello shots seemed like a good idea. I plan to snack on them after everyone gets home later and enjoy myself in a hot tub...but anyway...like I said, I had this dream. It actually involved Jello shots and a can of whipped cream. I won't go into the gory details but I ended up drunk, covered in whipped cream in the middle of all these hot men, but they were all lactose intolerant and wouldn't come near me.

WHAT KIND OF FUCKING DREAM IS THAT??!!

It's enough to put a woman in a bad mood, no?

Then first thing this morning, I apparently said something that pissed someone off AGAIN!
Do you have any idea how sick I'm getting of pissing people off without actually giving them a reason to be pissed? I'm getting pretty fucking tired of it. People are mad at me all the time lately. I'm seriously thrilled to be alone most of the time.
My Internet friends have become my biggest source of communication with the outside world.

I'll just be honest...
I'm tired of the drama in this city. It's like there is a group of people who are all the same age and have known each other forever who thrive on drama. I seem to be the target for it and the scapegoat for a lot of their shit. Most of the time I can shrug it off and ignore it, but after several years of it, I'm growing more and more angry and let me tell you, I'd love nothing better than to get a few of them in a head lock and beat the everloving shit out of them.
Just once...

Of course it would do no good and it certainly wouldn't make things better.

I've tried confronting them and forgiving them and befriending them and every other fucking thing I could think of to fix it and all of them have worked...temporarily.

Then it all starts over again. So I'm pretty much fed up with it. I'm annoyed beyond belief and ready to crawl into my head, never to come out again.

Of course I can't do that. These are people I have to deal with on a regular basis. My kids know their kids, our kids are in the same stuff...etc...

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!! They REPEATEDLY ASS RAPE ME AND I CAN'T STOP IT!

So...I stay at home more. I stopped helping out with some things to avoid the drama. I like being alone. As a matter of fact, I think I like being alone and drinking more often both, which works fine for me.
I can be honest about how I feel here, can't I?

So the solution is to stay away, drink more and start selling sex toys to make money.

I can do that...

I think the word of the day is going to be "Fuck." I have this feeling I will be saying it inside my head a lot and I could use the giggle it'll bring me.

Last night I went Christmas shopping.My son needed some black pants for today so I drove to the store with the intention of buying them and getting home again...quickly. Then I entered the store and it became Christmas. I don't know what came over me, but as I walked through the store, the sight of wrapping paper and chocolate Santas got my blood pumping. I'm ashamed to admit that I bought into the early commercialism and purchased several gifts.
It's crazy I tell you.
Normally this is what I look like on Christmas Eve...



I'm a procrastinator and readily admit it. So you can understand how this early shopping thing is a little unsettling. I'm going to take it for what it's worth though and if I manage to actually get things done on time, then so be it. Who I am to question the plans of the almighty one?

So tonight my plans are to stop and get some whipped cream. Eat Jello shots while looking over the packet for my new job, and maybe wrap the gifts I bought so no one will find them and know what they're getting. And just because I'm much smarter than I look, I will put the wrong name tags on the stuff so in case they open them, they won't know what they're really getting.
Kids are really NOT smarter than their parents, you know?

So, on that note and taking into consideration the word of the day, this is my mood for today and maybe even the whole weekend. Who knows?



The gesture isn't meant for anyone who's reading this, but it's a symbol of my whole "Fuck it" attitude for the day.

Perhaps tomorrow will find me in a better frame of mind...