Atomictumor

I have been lauded for my honesty.

Evidently, honesty only works one way.

I am very, very, very angry.  Evidently, anger turns me into an asshole.

Look people, I’m aware of everything that goes into my writing.  I’m no prouder of what I just wrote than I’d be if I said I didn’t like people of different colors or sexual preferences.

However, I was being honest.

I’m done, for now.  Maybe last nights decision to keep writing this train wreck was the wrong one.

Whatever.  See you around.

So I got a letter from the organ donation wankers today, starting out with “no words that adequately express blah blah, hope decision to donate has brought solace, blah blah blah”

Well, lets see, shall we?

Her right kidney went to a 57 yr old man in Pennsylvania. A retired postal worker who enjoys pool and dancing. Three kids, doesn’t mention marriage.

Her left kidney went to a 40 year old man in Illinois. Father of 2, works at Wal-Mart, enjoys basketball and football.

Her liver was transplanted to a 58 year old truck driver for GM, married, one kid, one grand kid.

All are doing well.

This brings me shit all. A 28 year old, vibrant, beautiful girl with a world of possibilities dies out of the blue, these people send me a note to tell me that the 3 people who benefit from this are, apparently, losers.

Great.

Thanks for writing, wankers.

(here I am… strangely compelled to write more…)

The boys and I did the Walmart thing (well, it started out being the kmart thing as I don’t generally like Walmart, but they didn’t have anything I was looking for) last night and bought some Christmas presents for neices and nephews.  Did a damn good job, too.  They’ll be some slap happy neices and nephews, unless they piss me off, and then I’ll burn the presents right in front of them for spite.

Yes, I am spiteful.  I am the LORD of SPITE.

I digress.

Right, so Walmart.  Spent about a bill.  I check the thing this morning, to see how many pennies we have left, and I’m a zero or so above what I thought I’d be.

Turns out Uncle Sam dropped a present down my banks chimney, or something like that.  The SS money has already started coming in.

Roger, thats a woot.

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I sent MastaG to school, and then emailed work saying that I can’t work today.

I don’t think I’m getting into why right now.  Suffice to say, the grief isn’t here, but the numbness has hit critical “giving a shit” parts of my brain, and if I clocked in, I’d damn well not do any work, but I’d just sit around and try not to get phone calls.  I don’t think that’d be doing them any favors, so they’re better off not paying me if I’m not going to work.

Yes, I’m an upright and moral LORD of SPITE.

So, point is, I sent G to school, despite his calling out how unfair it was that I’m slacking and he’s not (he was joking, but had a point).  So, I called the school a little while ago to get him out early.  We’ll have a Daddy and G day today.

I’m looking forward to it!