May 23, 2006

Bored Blogging

Is blogging bored the same thing as blogging drunk? We'll see.

Why am I bored? I don't know, I have enough to keep me busy. This is the time of day, when Daughter is napping, that I usually start eating like a big, fat pig...and I'm trying to avoid that.

So, here I am, listening to the Queer Eye soundtrack, of all things, and blogging. Hey, I already ran a virus and Ad Aware scan, give me a break. At least I'm not stuffing my face with those Milano cookies I bought the other day.

Yesterday, during a conversation with my mother, I said I wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box. She said she didn't like to hear me say that about myself, to which I replied I get it out there before anyone else has the chance to. It has nothing to do with self-esteem issues, I told her, but there are those Estranged Family Members (heretofore called EFM) who have said far worse about me.

That didn't seem to satisfy my mother, but what did she expect. She'd just told me I should patch things up with EFM, and I said "HELL NO." Just like that, too. While I can admit that talking about EFM here in this blog was wrong (which, btw, is an ass stupid thing to fight about, if you ask me), EFM pulled a real boner with they started acting like they were back in frikkin' study hall or something. I can't forgive this person for some of this crap. And the methods used...my GAWD, are we in high school or something?

I was told by a friend of mine that if I let people censor me then I should just be a Liberal Democrat, and those that try to tell me what to blog about are no better than Liberals. Hmmm....well, we all know how I feel about Libs, so piss off.

After all this "turmoil" within my own family I asked Husband who I could piss off in his family. Why stop with mine, know what I mean? I haven't lost any sleep over EFM, and I'll be damned if I'd cry into my pillow if, say, Husband's brother decided never to speak to me again.

Am I anti-family? No, just anti-family-bullshit. I get enough of that family obligation shit from the in-laws, and that's just what it is, shit. Shouldn't it be that two-way street situation? It's not, trust me.

So I broke my vow to myself that I wouldn't discuss my EFM here in this blog, but I'm so feckin' bored...fuck it.

I'm going to start getting supper together so I can go up to Curves tonight and know that Husband and the younglings (the only family I give a goddamn about right now) are fed.

I should blog bored more often...I feel cleansed somehow.

Bugger off.