Rantlesnake Venom

Weird title, eh? Well, this is likely to be a pointless rant full of venomous swearing for a multitude of thinks irking me (it is shark week, after all, am I expected to be pleasant?). Bail out or settle in and read. Whatevs. (Gotta stop watching The Middle, I sound like Axel.)

Last week was semi shut down week. R was chomping on  my ankles with text messages and I…kinda lost it. Fortunately, my rage actually motivated me last Monday and I…did housework and rearranged the living room a bit. Then Tuesday and Wednesday I went belly up and had to vegetate. All the while texting chihuahua continues to gnaw and I have to get snarky and text, “Clinical isn’t like the flu, you don’t get better in a day or two!” Unbelievable that I can point blank say, I am not doing  well, I need time and space to sort  my head…And be totally ignored.

Thursday I braved an early morning trip to Wal-mart THEN the big kicker…Called the landlord about having the duct work fixed, Again. (This is hard for me as I fear asking for repairs will get us evicted and also, I hate having people in my safe bubble judging my shit housekeeping.)I don’t understand how the cats rip it apart inside and out, maybe they’re secretly sabretooths or something. To my surprised, a  maintenance man was dispatched and he spent seven hours coming and going, climbing under the trailer and reattaching five different spots. Didn’t I just have that done last year when a benevolent soul enabled me with the ability to do so without bugging slumlord? Sabretooth cats indeed.

At that time, the furnace was working. I thought, wrongly, that the duct work would fix it. The guy said Friday they’d come reinstall the insulation the cats ripped out. That didn’t happen. What did happen is over the weekend, the furnace totally stopped putting out warm air. Kicked on, did not blow warmth. So Spook and I became icicles and were wearing gloves indoors, waiting for Monday to call slumlord and beg for it to be fixed. IT SUCKED. Going to bed at 8 p.m. just so you can get under warm covers blows goats.

So Monday…I find out the furnace needs a new main board. It just had one two years ago, wtf? Oh, and they couldn’t get one til the next day. To slumlord’s credit, he did have a maintenance guy bring over this sweeet electric heater, digital everything and it helped thaw us out. We were able to shower without being miserable.

Unfortunately, the chihuahua beckoned after 9 p.m., which pretty much resulted in me waking every two hours with anxiety attacks. I don’t like the expectations hanging over my head when the simple act of showering is a feat. The man does not get it and nothing I say conveys this. But at least I got a week away from him and that stupid shop, minus the nagging texts five out of seven days. When I am stable, it doesn’t keep me awake so much. Right now, as positive as the Wellbutrin seems to be effecting me, I am not stable and thus…every little thing looms overhead.

Didn’t help I had my kid home 24-7 for three days complaining about every tiny thing and last night was no exception. She woke to complain about a booboo on her leg. She woke to tell me about Shopkins. She woke howling in pain from her cavity ridden tooth which wasn’t repaired due to her attacking the dentist and getting thrown out. I was awake every hour on the hour, and I was so disgusted, I tossed out sleep and got up to seethe and chain smoke.

Once she was dispatched at school…And I had a panic attack cos the car was running weird and I was worried I’d run it out of some vital fluid or some new expense was coming then it occurred to me the choke was probably stuck and it was flooding itself, nothing more…I took my meds (how can people get hooked on pills and consider it a plus? I LOATHE taking all these fucking pills every single day and I don’t even get a high, just side effects like gaining a gazillion pounds which my current doctor insists is NOT caused by my meds.) I figured I’d be waiting all day for the repair guy so I tossed and turned awhile under warm blankies…and no sooner than I drifted off, he arrived. Twenty minutes later the furnace was blowing out warm air and I actually hugged the man even though he was just doing his job. You underestimate the importance of heat until you don’t have any and find yourself sitting indoors wearing gloves.

I killed a little time watching season three of gay vampire show The Lair (campy but kinda fun if you ignore the fact EVERY man in it is gay and all women seem to have been exterminated.) Then I figured I’d rip the  bandage off and go to the shop for a few mins as His Highness requested. So I did and as it turned out…He didn’t need anything. He just can’t stand to be alone. Yet the month wifey was home for Xmas break, I barely heard a word from him. Worse than being ignored is merely being utilized because the interesting people are busy. (Counselor used to call that a borderline personality view, but if it happens enough by several people…you get the hint.)

He invited himself over tonight. I am in pain and moody due to shark week but I wasn’t in the mood for his fight baiting, “Oh, you want me to do things for you but you tell me to piss off?” Because “I’m not feeling up to company tonight” is TOTALLY the definition of piss off. Cockweasel goatwhore.

Now I sit dreading “company” which apparently the rest of the world considers a wondermous thing. Well, in my current mind frame, I do NOT. This is prime time for me to alienate people, unintentionally, because my ADD brain has enough trouble censoring it’s impulsive remarks…Throw in deep depression and hormones and it’s almost a given I will piss someone off. So I have learned to isolate myself when at my very worst and avoid burning bridges except *some* people just won’t accept that being alone is healthy for me. Nooo, they need company thus I MUST, as well. Then when I piss them off, I have to deal with the fallout.

What the actual fuck.

In other news that freaks me out…My sister’s friend has a 9 year old son who goes to school in town and he apparently punched his teacher the other day because she wouldn’t let him go to the bathroom. He was ARRESTED. They had to BAIL OUT A NINE YEAR OLD FROM JAIL! This draconian bathroom policy the school district has needs to be challenged. In fact, since my kid ended up in agony and in an ER from training herself to hold in bodily functions, I should sue their asses.

You may ask, well, Morgue, what doesn’t piss you off?


21879324-mmmainWhether used on clowns or zombies..or wives…THIS DUDE’S CREATIVITY ROCKS THE FUCKING CASBAH!

And if you really, really, really need something bright and stupid to make my post worthwhile…Stick these where the sun don’t shine.



4 Responses to “Rantlesnake Venom”

  1. Have you considered turning your phone off at night? I know a lot of people can’t do it, for totally valid reasons, but it would certainly not allow him to get you worked up at night when you are trying to settle down for sleep. I may have already made this suggestion but my memory is for shit so I don’t remember. LOVE LOVE LOVE the makeshift Z-Whacker!!!! Now it just needs to be electrified.

    • Silly me, thinking merely asking politely NOT to call after 9 would work. Frankly, I sometimes put the phone on vibrate but last time I shut it off I forgot to turn it back on and it resulted in my dad showing up at my door worried I’d killed myself.

      I could live without a cell phone sans for taking in the car in case of breakdowns. It’s the world around me that can’t seem to grasp the world is not a giant phone booth and put the phone down.

      On Tue, Jan 17, 2017 at 4:13 PM, Take a Ride on My Mood Swing wrote:


      • Well asking him should certainly work but he’s not terribly thoughtful. But I never thought about the remembering to turn it back on

  2. holy shit. I turn that thing off all the time, I hate it. The text thing is obnoxious, the phone is worse, and the people pushing the buttons to irritate me …are family and fiends…I mean “friends.” ugh. But I’ve let the world know by my lack of responsiveness that the cell phone isn’t cybernetically embedded in my skull and I don’t always answer the ring or the texts. The ladies must love me, sending fucking 3 and 4 texts before I can answer ONE. Send it all, I’ll read it once and respond once, please don’t make the thing go off two and three and four and five times before I can look through one text. I’m ecstatic you got a heater, I was praying hard about that wanting to buy you one but trying to figure out how and where the money would come from. and I’m really happy your heat is hot again. because cold heat just sucks ipecac icicles and freezes the skin on your lips like licking frozen flagpoles freezes your tongue’s mucosa and rips it off. I’ve never been quite that cold… 😉

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