Ain't gonna do that no more...

So, Tuesday afternoon at work, I saw a heads-up penny and picked it up, like I always do.
Usually, I either hand it to somebody or stick the stupid thing in my boot and go on my way.
Fucked up this time, though.
I put it in my pocket.
Got home, emptied my shit and put that penny aside, 'cause it was "lucky".
Pffft... my ASS it was "lucky".

I didn't pick up on it's shitty karma right away, but, by Thursday morning when I got up for work, I had made a firm decision that that friggin' thing was OUTTA HERE!

Here's what happened:
Picked that dumbassed thing up around 1/1:30pm.
Got stuck at work til damned near 5pm.
Next day, it was semi-nice, so I put the horses out. Well, not an hour later, there was an ASSHOLE (who shall remain nameless, y'all know who I mean) beating on the door, demanding they be jammed back into their stalls from which they've not been out for any sizable amount of time since fuckin' December.
(Not to eeeeven mention the fact that I broke not one, not two, but THREE fuckin' fingernails fuckin' around with one stall door. Hurt like a mutha, too, they did.)
Dick.
He finally found Eric and THEY put 'em back in.
I was SMOKIN' pissed.

I was so insanely pissed the fuck off that I actually peeled the hell outta the driveway.
I made my tires scream, driving an automatic.
Now, that's pissed.
Spent the rest of Wednesday in a black mood.

Later on, went to the store. The cops had just left. Means nothing, really, just more bullshit. More bullshit I need nothin' to do with.... ever.

Later the same night, I could NOT get to sleep. Well, of course not. I had to get up by 5am...

Next morning, I meet a buddy of mine at the end of the driveway for a few minutes and the world's biggest dipshit hadda drive past, so I expected some shit about that, but have heard nothing. (I know why, too. That'll be cleared up in a sec...)

I get back to the house and threw the penny in a trash can.
Took out the bag and tied it shut.
Eric popped in, so I asked him to throw it right into the dumpster.
I didn't even want that dumb damned thing in our cans.

I come out to leave and notice the white bag, sure enough, in one of our cans, but... it didn't bug my "gut" anywhere near as much as it had been, so I left it, figuring I'd dumpster it myself when I got home.

Got to work two minutes late, but I'd trimmed my hair that morning, so it was worth it and besides, nobody gave a shit.
Cool.

Decent day, except I still felt like shit for having been so pissed at Eric the day before and I was still waiting for some kinda shit from the worlds biggest dipshit.

So, I took a minute and called Eric by phone, not DirectConnect. I'd stepped into the bathroom to call him and didn't need the DirectConnect beeps issuing forth every ten seconds...

I apologized for being a bitch, reminded him of my explanation from that morning and then asked him, if he got a chance, to dumpster that bag and explained why.

**Sidenote... Before I go on, let me explain my bitchiness.
See, when I used to work on THAT FARM back in Jersey, if there was something I suggested to be done or wanted to be done, if the idiotic boss wasn't sure, he'd run it by Eric. If Eric agreed, it got done. If he didn't, it didn't.
Fuckers.
GodDAMN, I hated that bullshit.
The only reason it happened was a matter of dicks.
I didn't have one and they both were being one, so, there ya have it.
Consequently, when those two osteo-cranium TURDBURGLERS put the horses back in, I felt ganged up on, walked all over and dickless again.
And, I really, really hate that.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled drivel**

Eric giggled, but he did it and I've not looked back since.

I got to work on time both Thursday and Friday, made decent money, got out on time, had no trouble here or at the store or anywhere else, for that matter.

Of course, I've not gone outside, either.
I have spoken my last word to the assmunch who instigated my being over-ridden the other day.
1. Dead first horse after he insisted she be taken off pasture.
2. Dead goat from him insisiting the goat be isolated, thereby forcing goat to break loose, try to walk across the crust of the manure pit, breaking through and drowning in cow shit.
Ain't gonna be no number three.
He's not getting any more shots at any more of my animals.

In fact, I've asked Rob to keep an eye/ear peeled for someone/place I can put Storm, at least.

I'm not gonna have it.
I won't be micro-managed by this person.
I couldn't do it when he paid me to put up with it and I sure as fuck ain't gonna do it no more, now.

If the only way I can make him STFU and leave me be is to move or give away Storm, so be it, the fuck.

That poor horse deserves better than being locked in a stall 24/7 for months on end.
And, the Over-riding Asshole isn't worth the horses well-being to me. Or my own.

See how pissed off they got me doing that? It's been three days and I'm still flaming. Sure, the flame is just a pilot light, but the Over-riding Asshole could poof it into a conflagration just by looking at me, the way I feel now.

Oh, and just by the way, the fact that those two nimrods were maybe right meant nothing then, nor does it now, really. Didn't help the situation one danged lil bit.

The big excuse for not letting the poor horses stay out was how wet the ground is.

*stare*

Yeah.
Okay.
Too wet for horses to walk on a PASTURE, but not too wet for some bleedin' asshole to drive through the HAY FIELDS, eh?
Riiiight.

(How fuckin' stupid do you people think I am, anyway? CHRIST!)

In a way, that is right. Maybe.
In a way, it's also NOT right. At all. (Morally, at the very least.)

See, I've never had a horse pasture that was HALF POND with a HONKIN' HUGE-ASSED hill in it, so I don't truly know if the damage done by hooves is so astronomical or not, really. MY pasture was flat and all grass and my horses were out every single day that they chose to be and guess what?

New grass grew every frickin' year.

So, except for the "hill" part, I tend to think they're both fulla shit and just a coupla "men" gettin' off fuckin' with a chick.
Or, at least one of them is.
The other poor fucker just gets drug into it because the Head Idiot What Be In Charge doesn't wanna get bitched at so he hides behind Eric so I'll leave 'im be.
Wuss.

Here's an idea...
Quit doing utterly STOOPID shit and I'll quit making you so frickin' uncomfortable, ya dork.
It'll just happen naturally.
Hell, I don't even give you one tenth the shit you beg for and deserve.
90% of the discomfort you feel is coming from YOU, yourself, because you know that I know that you know what an ass you're being and you just can't handle that, can ya?
Not well, ya can't.
Again... wuss.

Just quit being such a fucktard and then the waves of disdain you feel from me will cease.
And, as an added bonus, so will your fucktardedness and everybody else's weariness of dealing with your stubborn old, doesn't-know-as-much-as-it-thinks-it-does ASS.

Makes sense, do it not?

Well, it does to me. (Which immediately makes it suspect and causes me to ask that particular question...)

As for today... ain't done shit.
Got up, got on line and here I still am.

Been a while since I've done this.
Spent all day just fiddle-fartin' around, playing movies, fuckin' off.. it's great.
'Course, I have also drank about a pot and a half of coffee, not to mention three Mountain Dews and I'm about to get another, so guess who'll be up half the night?

*big, toothy grin*
*waves*

Hi. That'd be me....

Guess I'll do that "PITA" (Pain In The Ass) cleaning crap I always put off. I've also gotta go to the store and I have a cake mix, so I'll not be bored, at least.

Easily excited (good or bad, who can know?) maybe, but not bored.

Fuck Ephedra, I've got Mountain Dew.

(Aw fuck me runnin'. Now, they'll probably ban THAT.)

Oh, and I did get to do a totally new-to-me thing tonight.
Eric came in and I asked him what he wanted for dinner. He hemmed and hawed and asked me what I wanted, generally just not answering the question, as men are wont to do and as I'm trying to think of a new, inspirational way to ask the question, my eye happens upon the menu I brought home from work the first week to study, that I've not even looked at yet.
I handed that to him and said "Whadda ya want, Duuuude?"

(Never have presented any other "Significant Other"-type person a restaurant menu in our own home and said "Pick something... (damn it)." Kinda fun...)

He looked it over and said, "I guess a hamburger would be good."
Me: "Cheese?"
Him: "Yeah... *drool*"
Me: "Fries?"
Him: "Yeaaaah..."
Me: "So, whatcha want is a cheeseburger delux. Okay. Lettuce, tomato and pickle, too? I got no cole slaw, though..."
Him: *giggle* "You don't have to do alla that..."
Me: "Aw, shaddap...", as I rise to start cookin'.

Like I said, it was kinda fun. I did it like the guys from the restaurant were gonna see it. Three burgers, cheese melted perfectly, fresh raw onions, tomatos, lettuce, the (Clausen) pickle and I even toasted the buns. Rolls. Whatever.
(I hear you giggling, ya perv. I know, I know... "You said "buns" and "toasted"... heh, heh, heh...")
Coulda been worse, ya know.
We coulda been talking pastries, then I'da said "sticky" and "buns", which probably woulda caused a coupla strokes... I mean CVA's!!! CVA's!!! Not "strokes". Not THOSE kind, anyway.

Jesus.
How'd I get from cooking dinner to whackin' off?
Oh, that's right.
That was YOU.

I'M fine.
*rolls eyes*

Yeah, I reeeally need another Dew, don't I?

And... I'm about to drive!!!!!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

(Notice, however, that I'm waiting til it's so late there'll be very little traffic. As caffeined up as I am, I run across an idiot with a license, I may very well RUN ACROSS him with my car.)
(More than once, even.)

Okay, on that cheery note, I'mina go make the bed.
Eric is due in here at anytime, draggin' his noxious little ass behind him, headin' for bed.
God FORBID he get into it with it unmade.

No, I don't know why.
I'm just goofy.
About that, as well as innumerable other things.
Like ya didn't know that, fer piss sakes.

Back later.

Peace, y'all....

Posted by: Stevie at 10:34 PM

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Posted by: Mad Mikey at February 21, 2005 06:44 PM (X5IOb)

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