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What is with your fucking attitude lately? What is with the sarcasm... the treating me like shit? What is with the snapping at me... the short temper? And why the fuck must it be now? Now, when you know I am in hell. Now, when you know I am extremely sensitive. Now, when you know I feel like no one is on my side. Now, when all I need from you is to be there for me. What the fuck is going on with you? I don't understand. I really don't understand how you would decide to act like this at the time I need you most. Especially after all I have done for you. When you were down and needed help, I was there for you. When you were looking for jobs, I did the leg work, happily. When you were miserable at your job... I supported you, even when you were taking it out on me... treating me like shit. And now that you are happy, I couldn't be happier for you. So why the fuck can't I get some of the same compassion, love, understanding, support. You are supposed to be my best friend, my rock, the person I turn to in any and all situations. Lately it feels like I have to walk on egg shells around you. I'm fucking sick of it.
Let's take last night for example: I walk in the door to a barrage of anger... all about how you didn't sleep good last night because you were sleeping on your arm. "Why were you sleeping on your arm.", I ask sweetly. Him-"Well, you try to sleep on 8 inches of bed... with one dog here and one dog here (picture a re-enactment here) and you here and 4 feet of bed on the other side of you." Me-"Honey, if the dogs are in your way, just move them over. If I am crowding you, just gently move me over." Him-"Oh like that's gonna work. I know how crabby you are when you wake up." Me-"Yes, but you also know what a heavy sleeper I am. Once I'm out, I won't even notice if you move me." This goes on and on for a good 20 minutes. I blow up. I've just got home from a long day, does he really need to interrogate me right now? We don't talk for about a half hour, then it starts again. Him-"I'm a right handed sleeper and I sleep on the left side of the bed... When I roll over, I'm on the end of the bed." Me-"Babe, why don't you just start in the middle of the bed then." Him-"Fine, that's what I'll do." It's finally settled but we basically don't speak for the rest of the night, he is so angry with me about the fact I apparently ruined his night of sleep. Then, when we do go to bed. He gets in first. And by the time, I get in... he is in the middle of the bed... with get this!... a pillow next to him as a make-shift barricade... just to make sure I don't get too close. I get into bed and then call the dogs from his side of the bed... to mine. But he stops me, "They're fine!" Me-"Are you sure? I just don't want them to bother you." Him-"Yes, I said they're fine." So, basically I am the only problem. I am the only one bothering him while he is trying to get his precious beauty sleep. Heaven forbid I should want to sleep next to the love of my life. You want your space asshole... you're gonna get it.

Can we take a vote???

You are the biggest asshole I know. I have NEVER met anyone quite as arrogant or disrespectful as you. How the hell do you expect people to look up to you, to respect you, when you treat them like shit on a daily basis. You are constantly belittling people. Does it make you feel better about yourself?? Do you feel like a bigger, more powerful person when you put other people down? When you remind us that "we are nothing", do you feel better? Do you know that yelling doesn't mean people will listen to you? Do you know that talking down to people doesn't encourage them to value your opinion? Do you know that prancing around like a peacock, causing huge problems and then offering no solutions doesn't make anyone look at you as a leader? And just because people seem to be nice to you, doesn't mean they like you. They are afraid of you, afraid you may fly off the handle if they don't laugh at your jokes, afraid to say the wrong thing and be publicly humiliated. Speaking of your public humiliation... if you think that motivates people, you couldn't be further from the truth. And if you think having us throw each other under the bus and create in-house fighting, is beneficial, you are so wrong. We are a team... we need to be a strong supportive team. We need to work together and depend on each other. It doesn't mean we don't hold each other accountable, but it goes back to the public humiliation thing. It serves no purpose, other than I suppose entertaining you. You say we should all be allowed to share our opinions, but if we do, you cut us off, talk over us, or simply tell us we are wrong. You constantly contradict yourself. You tell one person one thing... and another something completely different. If you think because people don't challenge you... you are respected... you are wrong. If you think because you have power you are trusted... you are wrong. If you think because people listen when you talk they believe what you say... you are wrong. Don't believe me... just look at your record. Look at how many people have left- by choice- since you came. I wish there were a chance that you would examine your ways and perhaps even think about changing... but I know better. I know you are WAY to arrogant for that. I know you think you are the best and there is nothing that could possibly change.
But can we take a vote??

Asshole Horn Blowers

In the last three days, I have managed to be honked at 3 times, all of them by ASSHOLE DRIVERS. Now let me get one thing straight. I have nothing against the horn. If you aren't paying attention at the light, I'll honk at you. If you try to move into my lane without seeing me, I'll honk at you. Those my friends are appropriate uses of the horn... THESE ARE NOT!!!!
1. I was going to get onto the freeway and it was a metered ramp. There was no one in front of me, but still there is a light, so I stopped, waiting for the green. Just then the asshole behind me honks at me. WTF? Listen, I am all about driving fast, but not about running red lights. Chill out mother f-er.
2. I was driving my friend home and we had both my dogs in the car and somehow Joey had managed to sneak onto my lap (totally not allowed). We were stopped at a red light, and I was trying to get some crap out of poor Oscar's eye. The light turns green and I start to go but apparently not fast enough for the asshole behind me who honks and then whips into the turn lane next to me to turn a milisecond before I did.
3. I was leaving my friend's house, trying to turn out onto a very busy road without a middle turn lane to ease the situation. It happened to be a heavy traffic time and it seemed like every time there were no cars coming from my left, there were cars coming from my right. You can't just turn when half the traffic is open because there is literally no place to go, but this asshole in a huge moving truck decides that I am not moving fast enough and honks at me. Really?? Where do you want me to go with traffic coming from all directions.
There should be a new law against blatant mis-use of the horn. Pay attention people. I know you are in a hurry, so am I. I know you would like to get going, so would I. But I am not God. I can not make red lights, green. And I am not about to endanger myself... or my dogs for your stupid ass... so chill the fuck out... and lay off the horns. I'll tell you when you have a right to use them... and it is never when it is directed at me!!!!!!