Vianne my Mum felt like that about me when I left home at 18 she expected me to fall flat on my arse and be a bum the rest of my life and see how fabulously I turned out LOL
and yes cake is always good..
TA everyone...
and
vianne. remember there is always selling them on EbAy.
I swear someone would buy them if we etch Jesus onto them
Two tatt's, neither one Jesus. 
Shoulda planned ahead. 
Time to clean. What a slob. 
Fuck it.
Oh, and not to beat a dead horse, but could the miserable ungrateful little b*!@# just leave us the fuck alone? Hell no, she must whine and cry, push buttons, and trash our every relationship, family or friend, she can get her greedy grimey hands on. I wasted how many years on this wretch?! When will I ever learn?? I am so fucking stupid stupid stupid. Where's the cake? Oh yeah, ate that last week. *burp*
Vianne.
Idz, "etch Jesus on them"... 
it's true!
Fuck fuck fuck...
I get home from work after a long day to discover my dickhead is MIA...finished work at 4 and it is now nearly 7...he was going to the gym but how long does that take..oh and his phone on the table flat...meanwhile eldest is running around like a headless chicken because he needs the dicks car as mine is manual...eldest had a guitar lesson 45 minutes drive away.....so guess who got to spend her birthday evening driving for an hour and a half and sitting in a shed for 45 minutes listening to eldests lesson...we stopped for KFC on the way home... get in at 10pm to find dickhead 3/4 of the way through a bottle of red and asleep on the sofa...no apology nothing...he claims he forgot that Brad needed the car even though I told him at 2pm...claims he was at the gym...yeah right...I ask why he is drinking..says he bought it for my birthday...nice of him to drink it all then...oh and he has a gift he says he will give me when I am in a better mood...which will be never...still don;t have it but when he does decide to give it to me I hope it has sharp corners cos he can shove it up his arse...oh and he never said happy birthday to me once..he only acknowledged it was my birthday when I asked why he was drinking...to really piss him off i read him a short story I wrote with a Johnny reference in it..so now he is sulking...and I don't give a flying fuck...
He was talking about going out friday to celebrate our anniversary but he can go alone...maybe I will forget to go home..besides prisoners don;t celebrate the anniversary of their incarceration.
Oh and Marlo is too tired to go looking for Johnny...so that's it another fucking birthday over and done with ...Now I really feel like I want to punch somebody!!!
Beanie, I wish I could make Magick Happen for you.
You know, I will work on that and when you come to NYC
we WILL meet and me, Debb and ME and my DH
will all be wearing our I 
Johnny Tee shirts too!
And if anyone wants to sulk, then fine...we'll all have a blast!
Woah, Beans, that totally sucks. I have so been there. Probably recently. Short term memory loss is great for relationships. I do hope it gets better, it did for me, overall, in many ways. When is it you'll be gracing our shores? I'm itching for a road trip, gas prices be damned. Fuck it all to hell, eh? 
For the "DH" =>> 
Umm no no, I think she must be married to my husbands missing never knew he had one twin.
the similarities are too freaky, and then theres that whole Australian LOST connection,
doodoodoodoo (cue twilight &%@# theme)
thanks ladies you are the bestest....he has done much grovelling and begging for forgiveness...he even wore his silky pirate boxer shorts for me even though he hates anything Johnny related including pirates...ha ha ha...power is a wonderful thing...
and Fanny darling I wish they were related cos then you would be my SIL and that would be worth all the pain of marriage
I wanna know somethin'
Wtf wrote the rule that said I had to
clean up everyone's messes?
Now, I didn't mind cleanin' up after
my DS when he was lit'l. . .even
didn't mind it much when he first hit
junior high, him bein' my only one and
such a good boy.
And I didn't mind sometimes cleanin' up
after my H, back when I liked him more
BUT !!!!! NOT NOW!!!
I'm sick of being the janitor.
Sick of cleaning up; picking up--seeing
the stuff everyone else just steps over,
walks around or generally ignores.
The DS is oblivious and the H obviously
will never evolve.
I'm tired. 
So, FuckIt! 
Now where is that dustrag? 
When I rant, I turn a different colour!
LOL, shades of cc... A cc... by any other colour is still a cc, minus the ... cause ya know, its just not the same.
As for the picking up schtick, fuggedabuddit, no matter how much you bitch, rant, whine, shriek, they will not ever get it, cause they know, and they are right, that if they leave it I will do it. Yeah yah, she'll rag at us, but then she will do it anyway. Or, they do it the wrong way, which is any way that ain't my way, and I have to do it again anyway. So, in closing lemme just say,
Fuckit, and dump the recycle in their bedroom yet again cause they didn't take it to the curb on recycle day, again. The recycle that I sorted and flattened boxes, yeah, that recycling. 
ex husband?? lol