Saturday, March 12, 2005

4:34 p.m. I just discovered that my family thinks I am stupid. Oh, they are still under the impression that the reason I broke up with the X is the menopause. Now they believe that I have no brains. That I will not be able to live on my own. They are under the impression that I don't know how to handle money or know how much things cost. Hummm. Interesting, especially considering that I am the one that has been paying all the bills, balancing the check books, reconciling the accounts, etc... for the past 12+ years. Oh, and I was the one that handled my grandmothers estate for the last 2 and 1/2 years of her life. But I haven't a clue.
Direct quotes - "Where is she going to find a place to live? A studio or kitchenette isn't going to be big enough for all her stuff. Where does she think she's going to come up with all this money to store all her stuff? Storage bins are expensive." Obviously they have never heard of a moving sale. What won't fit, gets sold.
I think that those buttmuchin asshat fucktards need to put down the crack pipe, get a clue, and leave me the fuck alone.

I've posted a new poem to my poetry blog.

I received this as an email from Manic Witch and I just had to share.

The only thing that the IRS has not yet taxed is the male penis.

Broomhilda worshipped the goddess at 9:05 AM

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