Direct Spatter

I hate being bossed around. Thus the implication, in my mind, where I live, that you're trying to direct my actions annoys me and I'll oft do the opposite of what I even wanted to do, fearing you'll get the idea that you have "the power" and'll keep on doing IT.

My brain is AB(Abby)normal. And it needs to be washed.

Currently, I am being bitched at and so I'm not in a very good place right now, there may be something seriously wrong with me - my husband says I need to go find a job and quite frankly, I just don't want one.

So tomorrow I have to go out and find a J-O-B. I know it's the right thing to do. I just had a really bad break-up with my last employer and didn't really want to commit to this type of relationship again so soon.

Good. He's sleepin'/snorin'/whatever/ni-night. Don't let the sandman hit you on the ass on your way out. Sheesh!

So how does your/my brain 'justify' NOT workin' and lettin' Mr Ocean Dirt Granules to be the responsible source o' income? Well...
- it's not like he does housework. Even when I was workin'.
- it's not like I haven't looked/a bit/gone on interviews/a few
- and now I'm responsible for his dog (that he's NEVER picked up the poop in the backyard from said animal's asshole even tho that was ONE of the promises when I agreed he could bring Mr ate my pecan pie the other day doghead home from arkansas nuff said huh?)
- plus, I still think if you took the amount of time I've been outta work vs. him, the amount of shit I've been willing to step up to the plate and lick off, the massive court dee-vorce settlement check and two bonus checks I brought into this union, my credit cards that took us low, low, low, low, low....
See how EASY it is???? Do you know what an ism is? Above is an excellent example. Acronym's been heard recently as "I, self, me" (I thought 'dat was berry good...) and I'm full of that kinna crap.

So how can I make it better? That's all that matters. Right now, I could at least let the dog out to go pee and keep dreaming/visualising about that doggie door. And take my rozerem (boo!) I truly hate sleeping. 'Cept when I'm doin' it.