Monday, January 16, 2012

My Own Private Idaho

Maybe I am a terrible person but I really can't stand my neighbor's kids. Every time one of them comes over, they barge into my house, mess with my kids stuff and beg for food and/or money. And yet again, this one's parents weren't even home. Who does that?!? I try to be nice but when even my kids are getting mad, I don't feel so bad.

I may not have the best kids in the world but they know better than to expect to be fed or given things at a stranger's house. Plus, I think she stole something of Abby's! Fucking ridiculous! I want to go smack her AND her absent parents.

I keep thinking maybe kids will be more respectful in another neighborhood and maybe if we move somewhere nicer it will get better. I just want to live on an island with no shitty neighbors and no shitty public schools. Gah!

Monday, January 9, 2012

Aargh

There is nothing I hate more than picking up my kids from school.  Especially now.  They are at a new school and no one knows them yet so it makes it EXTRA infuriating.  Plus, I have to get there before 2:30 to not have to park on the street (which also irks me for some reason) so I end up sitting in the hot hot heat for 45+ minutes.

And I think I hate the rich, asshole kids that attend this school.  It is in a much nicer neighborhood than their previous school and puts me closer to the bottom of the ladder, socially, which is fine because I have no intention of socializing with these people.  I have 2 nice lady-friends from Rosehill and that is all I need.  :P

GOD I hate the after-school crap...almost as much as all that other stuff I hate...

(to be continued)

Hello, World.

I made a not-quite-a-resolution to myself. I thought, "Self, if Ben can blog, so can you." I've been pondering it for some time now but it just never came to fruition. I always make the excuse that I don't have time but that is a lie. I have more free time than anyone I know. And now you, the world, get to share it with me!

(Please try to contain yourself and not tinkle on the carpet)

So, in closing, peep my fresh kicks.