So here is my TGI-MF-F:

Dear lunatic asshole neighbor,
If you yell at your dogs ONE MORE TIME for barking or be a complete DOUCHE and HIT THEM AGAIN for BARKING EVEN THO THAT IS WHAT DOGS DOOOOO, you sorry sad excuse for a human being, then god help me I will go over there with a baseball bat and show you what the fuck it feels like to get hit! KAPEESH?
Signed,
The Bitch next door who is fed the fuck up with your shit

Then I want to say… I am SOOOO sorry you are feeling “thorny”. It’s a terrible feeling and I totally know what you mean. I am getting rid of some shitty thorns as we speak and I can’t say it is an easy job. *sigh* Even tho I am a gazillion miles away… I am here and remember… I totally <3 you babe. xo

finally… as far as the eye candy? thank you… and num num num num!

And, that fucking sucks. Sorry you had to deal. This is yet another reason why I want to have the ability to punch people in the face and not get into trouble.

<3
.-= Zan´s last blog ..TMI Thursday: The Launch of the Crotch Rocket… =-.

Dear Full-Time Job,

Suck it. Today was payday; I left my part time job at 1pm after working 13 straight hours between FT and PT jobs, and come here to pick up my paycheck. I walk through the door and the office manager shrugs her shoulders at me and says they don’t have check paper to print the checks on. Uh, WTF? Payday is every other fucking Friday, has been since the company’s inception. No, y’all don’t have the money to pay us. Be straight up about it, and don’t wait til the day of payday to let people know and then decide to give us this pathetic story about not having anything to print the checks on.

I basically drove 20 minutes out of my way in 100 degree heat in Friday afternoon traffic with a 1/4 tank of gas and NO A/C to pick up a check that is not even ready yet. I COULD HAVE BEEN AT HOME, IN BED. Instead, I have to go back to my part time job and wait for my other boss to come back to the office to get my other check (thank God there IS another check) so I can get food and put $2.60/gallon gas in my car. Total hours of sleep after a 13 hour shift and 4 more hours wasted on waiting for my money and spent running to the bank before it closed? 3 FUCKING HOURS. How many hours until I can close my eyes again? Another 13. Thanks a fucking lot.

Signed,

Your disgruntled employee

P.S. Thank you for scraping up the money to pay us. I didn’t know how I was going to explain this one to my landlord or the people who are holding the lien on my car.
.-= Zan´s last blog ..TMI Thursday: The Launch of the Crotch Rocket… =-.

And you. I love you and cant wait to be there and we need to talk about that. I still owe you a pedi.

<3