so its thursday, only 2 days till my birthday. i expected the approach to my 'special day' as kathy calls it, to be a little better than this.
i have been doing gardening and shit all week now, mowing the front lawn and cutting the hedges when joe is out.
seriously i have no idea that a pathetic female like myself could handle a lawnmover without, i dont know chopping herself in half or running over the neighbors. It was a miracle no one was killed. And as for those giant hedge trimmers well, who knew such a weak creature could hold them up without disectring herself or cutting down all the trees by accident?
I might have even tried to clean the car, but that was one step too far. The male ego couldnt possibly allow me to do such a task. There would be streaky water marks, and broken windows, hell the car might even crash itself on the drive if i apporached it with a wet sponge.
The thing is, I wouldnt mind being put down and trampled on and belittled. if the fucking cunt actually DID some of these chores himself, instead of refusing to let me help because of my SEX.
Just because I have TITS doesnt mean i cant chip in and pull my weight. Id would be nice if he helped around the house now and then instead of sitting on his throne and telling us all what we can and cant do. reminds me of someone else who used to live here, and maybe thats why it angers me so much.
and then it rolls round today and i was going to do some massive diy on the bed at the side of the house. the whole thing needs re-vamping.
i was going to dig out the weeds, but of course i am not allowed because I am a poor weak little girl and couldnt lift the spade (even though I was digging there this morning before the little fucker even woke up)
so i said oh ill lay the shingle then. but he doesnt want me lifting the bags in case i rip them and spill it everywhere. im sure i am a little more competant than that. and its about time the little cock sucker realized it
and we ran out of weed killer so he comes up to me and goes 'cycle down and get some more' like its an order i cant disobey. and im like fuck you, and i'd had enough so i said
"you're a man im sure you'll go much faster. why dont you go" and he exploded in a fit of shouting, calling me a man and a sexist bitch. can this boy even hear himself?
so i go, "well im sure with our lord and master mr wonderful helping you, you dont need my help anymore. so im taking my fags and my booze and going for a nice long walk.
seeya later fuckers |
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