My neighbors are retards. Not all of them of course, I am certain most are normal people, hard working, honest. You know, just trying to make a living. Then I have the fuckelsteins to the left that gossip about everyone on the block like their lives depend on it, and white trash clowns on the right. I can say that, because I saw one with his shirt off as he was barbecuing, and over his starting beer belly, was the tattoo ‘Thug Life’.
Wow. Really?
Is it like this everywhere? Do you ever look around your world and think… wtf? Are you normal and they’re morons or are they normal and you’re the moron? LOL I almost typed Mormons.
I’m confused. B and I were on our patio a week or so ago, and we hear the thug life guy threaten his wife. Something about ‘fucking killing you’ or something charming like this. Yet a week has gone by and she’s still there.
I’m sorry, but too many women are weak in relationships. If your man has threatened you, or worse, laid a hand to you, and you’re still there… you’re not thinking clearly. Plain and simple. No sugar coating, if I offend you, good. Maybe it’ll cause you to wake the fuck up. Here’s the thing, if you don’t think you deserve better, why the hell would you actually get better?
I don’t have pity for weak people, I question how they’ve gotten this far in life without ending up dead or injured badly. Maybe that’s harsh but come on… if your man tells you he’s going to kill you, get.the.fuck.out.yesterday. Are you waiting for shit to go down?
Oh wait, he was drunk / he was in a bad mood / you don’t know him like I do / he does really love me / I have no choice / where am I going to go? / etc / etc / etc
Shut up. Seriously.
I was raised watching my Dad be a royal prick to my Mom. She got brave, left him when i was 4. Then she started dating the same guy over and over and over and over. She finally got it right about 20 years later, thankfully. She’s been happy ever since.
You know that friend that dates the asshole, he treats her like shit and she puts up with it, sticks around… then breaks it off, only to start dating a new guy that is basically the same asshole with different hair product? yeah.. that’s sort of what my Mom seemed to do growing up. Poor lady
I have known females like this. I will give them advice when they ask and then it usually costs me my friendship with them because let’s face it, nobody wants honesty. Nobody wants to hear the guy you’re dating is using you or the guy you’re dating is abusive and you’re too blind to see it etc.
No, they want to hear you say shit like: oh no, he was having a rough day / I’m sure there is a good reason / yeah, he was drunk / etc / etc / etc
Fuck that. If you ask a question, I’m going to be a friend and tell you my opinion. My honest, uncensored opinion. It might not be nice, it might not be friendly and I probably should sugar coat it, but if it’s a guy that is treating you like shit, I won’t. I’ll tell you to get out, that you deserve better. You wanted honesty when you asked, didn’t you?
We are all foolish sometimes, right? No matter who we are, we all do things we know are errors. We put up with shit we shouldn’t. We make excuses for others etc. There is a difference though between having a fight / argument / disagreement with your guy or girl and having one of them utter a death threat. One can be resolved or forgotten, even laughed about, the other, not so much.
Whenever B and I have a disagreement, it is almost always one of two reasons. Almost 99% of the time, it falls under one of two sub categories. Hunger or Sleep deprived. We rarely fight, but if we do, most of the time, one of those two reasons fit the bill.
If I ever made a death threat… holy sweet merciful baby jesus. I don’t think B would even speak another word. She’d merely get the fuck out and I’d never see her again. See, she’s a STRONG woman. She’s also smart. She would most likely think… well god damn, 5+ years together, the guy has gotten really really made maybe twice in that time… and now he says this? Yup, I’m outty.
If she ever made a death threat to me, I think I’d do the poodle thing. I’d cock my head to the side and look at her curiously as if to say… wut?
I’d then take into account if she was serious, joking around, or sleep walking.
Sane people don’t say shit like that.
My neighbors are fucking nuts apparently, or at least one of them is. thug life wut wut
My gossipy neighbor, I am pretty sure she figures we’re drug dealers. We are always home, we have a nice ride, we are often dressed well and when we get home, garage door goes up, we enter, door goes down. We don’t go outside and get chummy because honestly, we don’t give a fuck. I’m mowing the lawn and she comes over to give me the low down on the time we were in Arizona. Who moved out, who lost their mortgage, who had a grow up in their basement… yup, she had everyone down pat.
Makes you wonder what she’d say about us.
My response to her… un huh.. un huh…. un huh…
I didn’t say anything.
Why were you in Arizona? Because we were on a trip.
What do you do? We work at home.
Sigh.
Fucking neighbors.
I’m taking more testosterone then normal lately.. I added A-HD to my cycle (in addition to Zeus) and it turns out, I’m a little more on edge. It might make for some interesting blog posts but remember, this is just a blog. if I offend you, speak the fuck up.

ok people.. time for this kid to crash. long ass Tuesday… and soon, a fucking rock star Wednesday
