The problem with dealing with liars is not that someone is telling a lie. People lie all the time. They lie about little things, they lie by leaving out info you should know, they lie to cover their ass or to cover someone else’s ass. They lie to get their way or to get out of trouble. There are a ton of reasons to lie, if you are so inclined to be liar.
I hate liars and would much rather deal with the truth. If I don’t know what is really going on, then I can’t help or I can’t take the proper steps to deal with it. But the thing that pisses me off the most about liars is not the lie itself. It is that the liar thinks so little of me that they would rather deceive me than keep the relationship real and treat with me enough respect to tell the truth. That is what pisses me off and is the hardest to forgive.
All my friends seem to like this TV show called Sons of Anarchy. They call it SOA, which is cool, except for some reason I always hear that or see that and I think of SOL – shit out of luck. LOL
Anyway, They had the season premiere a couple of weeks ago and I watched it. It was OK but frankly a little too gory for my taste. I don’t see why they have to show all the gory details. Why not leave some of this to your imagination?
So the next week the show was gory again. The brutality is extreme and meant to shock the viewer. I get that. But again, I don’t really like it. I know they have great special effects now, but there is such as thing as gratuitous violence, and I really don’t think all the gore is needed.
So the next episode is even worse and they kill off one of the characters. They show him getting beat to death in prison with a metal pipe by three big black guys. And the weird thing is that this is just a county jail and nothing is done about the death, they just ship the body home with a toe tag.
Maybe this is pretty commonplace in L. A. or Oakland, but around here any death while in jail or prison is a big deal. They get investigated and its all over the news. But, I guess that Hollywood can do whatever they want on a show.
Changed my relationship status to single before I even talked to the motherfucker. I was so sick of his bullshit and my mind was made up. I swear, it is getting easier and easier to kick these losers to the curb. I used to put up with a lot of crap, but no more!
This time it lasted 2 months. I think once you are around someone 24 hours a day is when you get a good idea of what they are really like. All the best behavior they use on dates and trying to get you into bed with them disappears once they get comfortable in your house. That’s when the bad habits start to show up. The first month you are too infatuated to notice a lot of it. But the second month seems to tell the tale.
The second month is when the toilet seat starts getting left up. The dirty dishes don’t seem to make it to the dishwasher any more. And the snoring at night is no longer cute. But worst of all is the attitude of entitlement. I can’t stand that. I expect good manners and please and thank you in my home. Good manners are not just for dates. It’s a lifestyle.
So, I’m tired and grumpy and the boyfriend wants to fool around. Whatever happened to romance and foreplay for chrissakes? Geez – just because I let you halfway move in here and I quit dating other guys doesn’t mean you get sex on demand. You have to fucking earn it, bro!
This girl wants some romance. You had better fucking make some effort to flirt and make me feel special, you know? If you need classes, that’s fine – I like a guy who is trainable anyway. But if you think I’m going to come running to bed and entertain you because it is some kind of duty or obligation, I say, fuck that!
I cannot believe what bull shit I went through last night trying to get some fried chicken. There is a fast food chicken place about 3 miles from my house. I was so hot and tired and couldn’t deal with standing in a hot kitchen to make dinner. So I get the bright idea to go to KFC and get some chicken.
So I get to drive through lane and there is a ton of cars in front of me. Looks like I wasn’t the only one wanting fried chicken last night. When I got up to the ordering board, I was shocked to see how much they are charging for a fucking bucket of chicken now. They want $30 for the big bucket of mixed chicken with two sides and biscuits. Damn!
Anyway, I get to the ordering board and see that there is a sign over the loudspeaker that somebody taped up there and wrote with a Sharpie “Speaker broken.” So I’m thinking, OK – why don’t they have someone from the kitchen crew outside here taking orders from people on a clipboard or some kind of paper? But it looked like they wanted people to just drive up to the window and tell the guy in person what you wanted to order. And then they would go get the food, but that seemed to take a lot longer this way because the line of cars was barely moving. I sat in that fucking line of cars for over 40 minutes and still hadn’t got to the window to order my fucking chicken.
Then, all of a sudden the cars in front of me were moving up to the window and after just a short wait they were pulling out and driving away. So, that was a good sing because I was getting hungry and pissed off at the long wait. So I get up to the window so I can order my bucket of chicken and the guy says, “Sorry – we have to close – we’ve run out of chicken.”
So, no chicken for me!!! Fuck the fried chicken!