Monday, January 24, 2011

A little bitter

Dear readers,
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Disclaimer duly posted. Don't say I didn't warn you. Today started out pretty good. My house is looking nice, I had a day off with my family, I planned a yummy dinner and decided to try my hand at making chocolate truffles (the truffles didn't happen. I lost my umph; though I may have something to say about them tomorrow that will probably describe suffering for me which equals entertainment for everyone else lol). It's ridiculous how one phone call can turn your day to shit. See, our phone doesn't get answered often these days. It's always a collection agency or someone comparable wanting money which we don't have because, irony of ironies, no one who owes us is inclined to pay their debts. Then of course there's the one call you actually answer or make because it's supposed to tell you money is coming in so that it can go out to all those lovely credit card and collection agencies that stalk your phone every fifteen minutes. But of course, that would be to smooth, to easy, just one step away from downright simple. So there's no money coming in. And I have decided I hate people who don't pay their debts (yes, I get the irony having just spent a paragraph bitching about ours, but if you made it this far, you can make it through my bitching explanation). I'm talking about personal debts, one human to another. Like the kind of debt amassed to a stubborn Dominant who has to much faith in mankind to listen to the cynical wisdom of His not-so agreeable submissive when she says (maybe in an excessively rude and pissed off way) "they are going to screw you over." Honestly, I know I'm probably supposed to be all "peace and love to mankind, love my enemy," and that whole useless load of shit. But I'm not. I'm more of the "fuck your lying ass and please kill your cunt wife so I'm not tempted to do it myself if I ever see her again" kind of person. A little bitter maybe? Just a little.


  1. Your first mistake was trying to make chocolate, why make when you can buy perfectly good chocolate from a chocolatier. Today will be better.

  2. Oh, I haven't even got to the chocolates yet lol.
    And yes, thank you, today will be better.


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