Neurotic Ramblings

Posts Tagged ‘drama’

Ha, what a difference a day makes! 

The original title of this post was: This blog is brought to you by the letter B and the number P as in Pinot Grigio.

Partly (mostly), because I was blitzed on some when I wrote it, and then somehow forgot to post it.   Read on…

I want to bare my soul right now, but I can’t.

What the hell do you do when your moral core contradicts your heart?  When you see the fairy tale ending, but you’re the Wicked Witch of the West in the story?

Am I expecting a house to fall on me any minute now?  Absofuckinglutely.  Do I want to do anything about it?   Ansofuckinglutely NOT.

Why am I not allowed to be happy?  I’ve thought this many times over the past few days as this little line plays in my head: “My happiness is more important to me than yours”.  While it’s a bitch ass thing to say, it’s nothing but the truth.

Shit, who’s gonna worry about me and my feelings and my heart and my life if not myself?  That’s right, a whole lotta no one.

So to those of you who feel the need to run your mouth and talk your shit, I say this:  Keep talking, bitches,  you have no life.  Kiss my fucking sweet ass.  =)  ahahaha, you wish you fking could.

/drunken/dramatic rambles.

So, most of the sentiment remains the same: “You don’t like me?  Kiss my ass!”  I’ma do me & you can do you. 

But oh, fuck!  I let my feelings get the best of me.  This includes anger and irrantional…impatience.  Or something of the sorts. 

Anyfuckingway…I’ve neglected this place long enough.  Partly because of time constraints, mostly because I’m conscious about who reads it.  But then, I read this awesome post by Shine over at http://www.ishineoutloud.com/shine/  Go ahead, click the link!!!  (I know only like, three people read this blog and all, but two of you really need to read her last particular blog because she said everything I needed to say just so much better and the third one of you needs to go read her posts because she’s full of awesome). 

So now that you’re back, know that if you stumble on here and read something that hurts your feelings or you take personally or just puts your panties all in a twist, too fucking bad.

I’m me.  The same spazzy, foul-mouthed, emotional, insensitive, selfish, narcissitic drama queen you know and love.  You can like me or love me; you can try to hate me; but I’ma be me.

Besitos

I am having quite a dramatic mood swing this morning.  So dramatic in fact, that I considered changing the name of this blog to “Dramatic Ramblings of a Divorcee”  and then decided that “Neurotic Ramblings” would be more fitting since I am slightly crazy and tend to rable often. 

There seem to be too many blogs out there with the Random Musings title and I don’t like it.  It’s like showing up to a party only to discover that three other people are wearing the same dress you thought to be couture and then the shame sets in and you try to find a way to change accessories or hair or something else that will make it stop.  I know some people would find this to be a talking point and engage in conversation and make friends with the people who seem to share a common interest, but we all know I’m socially reatrded when it comes to social networking on the internet so my solution is just to update the name to fit what I do because my typing is not musing, it’s a nice slice of crazy.

I’ve been playing around a lot more on facebook lately and have become quite fond of it, sans the million and one emails I receive everytime someone comments after me on a note, photo, or status update, but I figured how to solve that little problem.  I also discovered my profile or page or whatever it’s called in fb speak, was not private.  Red lights, flags and panic set in but that’s also been taken care of.

I would tell you people about the back to school shopping I did yesterday, but half of you aren’t interested and the other half (the mommies) would think I’m crazy for thinking that I got a bargain when I purchased Ralph Lauren slacks for my 5 yeard old at $20 a pop, but hey, they were marked down from $40 and my little man looked sharp.  M was just happy that she found pants without bell bottoms because as she says “that is soooo three seasons ago mom”.  Yeah, try three or four generations ma. 

Things on the dating front were mute.  WB went moody on me since Friday and I’m not dealing with that much drama when I’ve only known him for like a month, although I will admit I miss him the most.  He’s a charmer when he’s not being all twisty.  My Cowboy, I guess felt neglected or he’s been out fishing too much and I guess finally decided to give me the boot.  Oh, and the boy.  Yeah, haven’t heard from him in ages, yet the fucker manages to randomly pop into my mind at the most inoportune moments and I still haven’t figured out why since it was just a damn fling.  Cocky ass bastards, the three of them.

This is my last week of somewhat normalcy before my schedule goes from busy to insane.  School, school, and more school.  I’m sooo looking forward to it.  I need this to keep my focus off stupid shit, I need it because me being in school is the one of the few times where I get “me” time.  And of course, F.A. money always comes in handy. 

My case of the Mondays is close to non-existant today, but that could be because I’m wearing my 5 inch heels and my make up is flawless.  Also, my anxiety seems to be under control and we all know that’s always a good thing.

How was your weekend?  I want to now all about the shennanigan’s you got yourselves into…

Besitos!