Seriously WTF!!! (gonna swear a lot, post not for kids)

Okay, I should never read the Metro on the way into work because it gives me news that makes me angry. So pist that not even J.Lo songs can distract me from the bullshit! So this person, a MURDERER, who killed his wife has sued the state because he wants a sex change, he wants to be a she. And now this maggot is back in the news because he/she hasn't been getting their hormones and court appointed laser-appointed hair removal, court appointed laser-hair removal! I have only one thing to say to this thing, FUCK YOU!

You murdered someone, you don't get any luxury in your life anymore, you don't get what you want. That part of your life was taken away when you took someone else's life. It's complete bullshit if our society is at the point where a worm like this asshole gets the state (ie. me and all the other tax payers of Taxachusetts) to pay for this treatment. Cut the PC crap! He killed someone, I don't care if he is a "man trapped in a woman's' body", you killed someone, you took away someones life, someones sister, child and friend. FUCK YOU!

stories of the train, 1 of many

So this morning on the train I did my usual thing, look for a seat that doesn't face backwards and avoiding any potential annoying people. Or so I thought. I didn't have my iPod with me and I was reading "American Psycho" a book that Mike read and loved and he loves the movie which kinda frightens me a bit. If he starts using like, almond grain butter face scrub and listening to Genesis I may have to sleep in the other room.

So I sit down and I hear it, the voice, oh god that voice. It was like Fran Drescher was on the commuter rail and she was on crack. It was the voice's first time on the commuter rail and for some reason, some poor soul had sat down near her and she sank her vocal grappling hook into them. She didn't let them go, she joked with the conductor and then she talked about her mutha. I tried to block my ear and lean against the wall of the train but not luck, the voice worked it's way into my ear drum and that cackle made me cringe. The day proceeded downhill from there, but it is now coming to a close and I have eaten steak and 6 carb cheesecake. Yum.

Dude, it's snowing and it sucks, well actually it doesn't suck that much for me because I am sitting on the couch drinking a glass of my favorite red wine and watching crime television. But it sucked to get home. Open message to the MBTA: If the weather is crappy and people are going to be stuffed onto the train like hotdogs in a package, perhaps you could use the double-freakin-decker train cars!!!!! Maybe, ya think!??? Jack-asses.

And my poor god-daughter/cousin has been barfing and my aunt sent me a picture of her sleeping on the couch. Poor little peanut.

God Bless Crap Holidays

So today is President's Day, I think. All this really means is that I get the day off of work. I don't have a choice really, we can't work on holidays. So on President's Day I realized that I can only remember like 7 presidents; I'm not going to do anything about it, it's just a realization. So I am spending this "holiday" by doing what I love, shopping at Target, eating meatloaf and watching crap television. Watching "Keeping up with the Kardashians" makes me realize that they are CRAZY! I mean they are a hot family with nothing but money and a plastic Bruce Jenner as their step-dad but they are in serious need of something, like a book.

On the plus side, I went into the shop down the street from me in downtown Norwood, Envy. My goal in life will be to wear a pair of jeans from that store, and to buy more $60 shirts there.

What?

So I was driving home yesterday and had the radio on, I landed on option 6 on my car's programmed dial and the new Sean Kingston song was on the radio. One of the lines in the song (a song that may I point out is like in the top 10 of radio airplay this week) is "Shorty, I know a place where I can take you, I know yugonlikeit". And it is sung just like that "yugonlikeit". That isn't a word! It should actually be 6 words! WTF!

Stupid bitches

Yes that's right I used the word bitches! So I went to Foxwoods this weekend and realized that I am not good at gambling, or rather I have the wrong attitude for it. I just don't care, it's GAMBLING! I know that the house always wins so I am not going to be upset if I lose, I lost $100 dollars and then I stopped but I'm not going to be pissy and be like "well if I had just done this I would have won this much" Who cares? You go into a casino knowing that you will probably lose, or that's how you should go into a casino. It's a gamble! Hello!

So we were sitting in one of the bars, Mike was playing Keno I was playing "I hate this group of people to my left and I swear to god if one of them touches me I will scream". It was a group of "those people", you know the type, the ones who just fell out of a J.Crew catalogue and who are "Ohmigod having so much fun, ohmigod is that from Banana Republic, ohmigod I need a rum and diet!" I hate them. There were a few couples and all the girls looked exactly the same, dressed the same and all the boys looked the same. Some were married, some were engaged, I think there was one token single girl but don't worry you will find your very own generic husband soon. Argh! They represent everything I hate in other people. I am going to guess they were all business majors in college and the girls will stop working once they get engaged so they can be stay at home wives who can then sleep with the gardner and the pool man.


I despise people like that.


Also what's the deal with people and birthdays; I overheard the annoying generic people and another group saying things like "Get out! My birthday is June 12th and yours is June 16th! That's so crazy!" Ummm...no it isn't. That's like saying "Oh my god! You have eyes! I have eyes!"

today

So today I drove to work because I am lazy, but it is all for a good cause because I am going to try to leave work early to go to the gym, to stop the laziness. I could not get out of bed this morning, it was not happening, so I missed my train. And I feel I should hurry home to make sure Mike hasn't jumped off the Tobin bridge or drank a bottle of bleach. Not because of something I did! But because of the Patriots, who got a serious beat down last night in the Superbowl. Mike woke up this morning and was like "That game last night was a dream, right?" Yes dear, whatever you want to believe. This may mean that we don't watch Sportscenter for 3 hours a night, at least until they stop talking about the game.

PS the no-little carbs diet has got me in it's clutches, I had carbs on Saturday night and got sick when I got home and the next morning. Hot.