| 7 days! I'm just annoyed today. Everyone and everything is just pissing me off. Like at work, we have to bag the trash cans 3 times - so at ALL times there has to be three trash bags in there! How hard is that to understand? Apparently quite difficult since when I changed the trash this morning, two cans only had one bag and one can had bags! We have four trash cans! I am determined to find out who the hell is doing it because it just irritates me! You have to take the trash can back to the back to empty it anyway, why not, while you're back there, just do it the right way and put a new bag in there?! And then these idiots who feel the need to ask if they can change something on a coupon! A COUPON!!!!! It specifically says buy this and get this free. No fine print. No catches. But X, get Y free. Why do you think you can substitute what is clearly written in black and white? OLD PEOPLE! I swear! "Oh, well I thought...." I don't care what you thought. It was wrong. NEXT!
And Kevin's buying back his motorcycle from his friend. And selling his Jimmy. Tell me how this makes sense. How the hell is he supposed to take the baby somewhere if I'm not there with my car? What's he going to do? Strap the kid to the back and throw a helmet on it? Baby's first cycle ride!!! He's changing the frame on his bike which apparently came in today at his friend's house. So he left to put it on. No biggie. He said yesterday that he was going to Mitchell's house today. He never said why. Just that he was going. And never said when. And so when I got home this afternoon, no I wasn't shocked that he wasn't here. But it pissed me off to no end that he couldn't even text me to say he was leaving and if he was spending the night there or not. So I did what I do best when I get mad. I went off on him. I told him he could sleep at Mitchell's house or he could have the couch. It was his choice. He chose Mitchell. Shocker! Choose your best friend over your wife. The nerve of that asshole. On top of that, I found out through fucking facebook that he was over because the frame came in. FACEBOOK!
But I guess my anger all started a couple days ago when his dad kept blowing up my phone with phone calls. Finally left me a voicemail, only to have the wrong person! But still it said, Hey baby. I really need you to bring by the money or the stuff by the house. I'm up by ten. Love you. Are you fucking kidding me?! Now, I don't do drugs and I never will and i don't care if you do them or not as long as it never involves me. Leaving that shit on my phone puts me right in the middle of it. I got furious and pissy and God only knows what else. I already hate Kevin's dad because he's a fucking pill head abuser hypochondriac. He's on O2 24-7. Blah blah blah. He sells almost all his pills or gives them away to people he owes money to. And that O2 bullshit! When I first moved in, yes he was on it. Now I can't remember the last time I saw him wear that hose thing up his nose. And he smokes like 3 packs a day! He claims he can't quit and I know it's bullshit. Now, if he was like 80 I wouldn't give a damn because he'd be dead soon! So back to the voicemail. I sent him a text and here it is exactly from my phone:
Don't you ever leave voicemails on my phone about drugs again! If you're that fucked up on whatever illegal drug, make sure you're calling the right person! I have a family to think about - my husband and my child. Don't even think about dragging me into whatever bullshit you have going on. I will call the police if it happens again, I won't think twice about it. I don't care who you are. You already tried to fuck up Kevin's life. I will be damned Kevin or me or the baby gets pulled into this. If you ever want to see your grandchild think about who you call and what you say.
And he hasn't really said two words to me since...and that was a few days ago. I can't complain. I'm not much of a big talker anyway and pretty much everything he says is stupid. Anyway, I know I'm blowing this Kevin not telling me where he was thing out of proportion, but it pisses me off that he doesn't even have the common decency to let me know. What if something had happened to him? What if he was lying dead in a ditch somewhere? Well, I wouldn't know! Maybe it's just my mom skills setting in and I'm putting them to practice, but someone needs to know where he is at all times. Anything could happen!
LATEST Kevin Text Message
K: R u really mad?
Me: Can you seriously not tell?
K: I think your kidding around so idk
I quit texting him back. That just pisses me off! And the fact that he can't even spell out a word or use the correct grammar. Just last night he was messing around on facebook and complaining about someone using slang or shortening their words. Hypocrite. I just want to smack him upside the head. |
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