Cut the Shit

Free Association

It's what I do best, really. You know that. You also know that at this time of night I'm typing in a yahoo account due to my Microsoft issues. If you have a problem with the margins, F and off. I can't fluff right now and pretend that I'm concerned.

Secretly, I'm concerned.

I'm just irritated. For no reason in particular. Just overall. Yesterday I told Paul that I wanted one of my best friends dead and buried. He reacted like most surface-brained people and said "OH CUT IT OUT! YOU DON'T MEAN THAT!"

Fucking duh I don't mean that. But if I don't say it to you right now, I might stew with it and actually realize that I DO mean it. Just be my sounding board already. Fuck.

So I'm just pissed.

Tyler ate his own poop last night and when I caught him in the act, I didn't yell. I looked him in the eyes and whispered "Oh Tyler. That's the most disgusting and vile thing you can do with poop. You should NEVER eat your own poopski." When he would look away, I would guide his eyes back to me and hold his chin, "Tyler, poop eating is incredibly embarrassing to you. AND more importantly, it's embarrassing to me."

I'm fucking Mommie Dearest without the hangars. I prefer mental abuse over physical abuse always.

Anyway, I just love that little dude and he needs to know how the world works. Some mothers tell their kids to always wear the best designer clothes, always stay thin, and most importantly, never go out of the house without a full face of beautiful make-up and form fitting jeans. That gets on my motherfucking nerves. (Whoa. Who am I right now? The ultimate lesbian feminist? I'm cool with that.)

THIS mother tells her "kid" to NEVER eat their own shit. If you compare the two, I'm totally in the right.

I think we're done with that diatribe.

So...twiddle thumbs, twiddle thumbs...I'm mostly writing this entry so that I don't let you all down. I've been a shitty friend lately and I'm making an effort to be better. Downside, you have to read posts about dogs eating poop.

And then what happens in the story is that my mom calls and I end up talking to her for an hour and now I can't write any more.

You knew this post was called "Free Association". Were you foolish enough to think that there would be a pay off?

Stay one step ahead, ok? Otherwise, this relationship will never work.