That's Bitch!

Howdy!

Pay A Pimp Named Slickback no mind. I think he totally fits.

So we will start of with a phrase I created. I 've gotten a few people to say it. I want more to adopt this phrase. "That's Bitch!" So you ask, "What does it mean?" Well my dear readers, I will tell you:

That's Bitch is used to describe one's feelings/reaction/mood/etc. on an event, situation, idea, person, whatever that is completely idiotic, insane, unfair, unjust, unpopular, unsafe, unreasonable, unruly, unproductive, wrong physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and/ or illegal. Now here is the most important part: No matter how fucked up "whatever" may be, it is not unfathomable/ inconceivable/intolerable.

It's do-able. Kinda like bullshit that can be waded through. For example, a 9 year old boy buys two of those pick-your-own-path books. After reading the first one, the kid could not reach an ending. He kept picking a path that would loop (the same path apparently). After reading the second book, the little asshole finds a few "syntax errors" in the book. He tells his clueless father, and they're off to return the books. See, That's Bitch! When you were 9, did you know what the Fuck a syntax error was? Seriously, the kid used that term when he was at the counter! When they reached my register, I heard the story. I personally began to smell bullshit hovering in the air. I was about to say, Hell fucking No, but I remembered, we are a "Yes" Corporation so I called for a manager, who will remain nameless. Needless to say, the manager okayed the return. I bit my tongue, refunded their money, and drove on. Pissy I was, but I kept going.

I just want to air this! We as a people should never be restricted the right to say no. We fucking tell kids to say no to drugs, but fuck that if they ever get a retail job! Fucking No people!! Stop being Dicks! You can't have your god damn cake and not expect a fucking heart attack down the line fatties!!!!

So yeah, do-able. That's Bitch!!! Learn it. Love it. Live it.

I got a letter in the mail for USPS two days ago. After waiting damn near a year for something, I get notification that I was selecting to take a typing test for a position. Automated Mark Up associate. Correcting zip codes and stuff. I just have to pass the 5 minute long typing test, go through an interview, and pray that I stand out from a hundred or so other applicants. The downside, commuting everyday to Worcester. The upside, starting pay at $18.26 p/h, full bennies, and paid vacation, along with 401K and retirement. Hey, if it doesn't pan out, at least I still sell books.

Amazingly, Mother-in-law has reached the last hope of extending her life. On 31 May, her co-workers and union members held a spaghetti dinner to raise money for her surgery. It's a type of laser surgery to remove cancer growth. Their are two programs: the one that's been going on in Germany for the last 10 years, and the experimental one being offered in NY city. The big dif is the one in Germany is the equivalent of $50,000 USD. That doesn't include airfare, hotels, food, transportation, and meds. Both are not covered by her insurance. Kinda makes you think. If it's mandatory for us to have med insurance, maybe a few more things should be included with the coverage such as cancer treatments. You gotta love forking over all this hard earned cash to find out the treatments to save your life aren't covered. By the way, she has Osteosarcoma. She was in the Republican news paper a couple of days ago. She was on the cover of the Local section. The amazing thing about it is her case is rare. Most people with this type of cancer are under the age of 15. She's 46.

Unfortunately, I had to work the night of the fund raiser. It's not like I was missed. While everyone was there meeting the family, the black sheep (no pun intended) was not there to phunk things up. Goddess knows the last thing you want to do when encouraging sympathy and raising money is to look out of the ordinary. Somehow parading an interracial couple (while socially it's looked down upon to notice that our pigment is different) usually doesn't help. People that are successful at weaseling money out of people look like your "average " American. Caucasian, Christian, Living within their means, and of an age where they appear mature, but have fallen on some bad circumstance not of their fault. I know, It's Bitch.

So to celebrate Hubby's and mine anniversary, we went out on our date on Wed, and yesterday (Sat) we had a couples massage by one of my friends. Hey, she's a Licensed MT! Sick Bastards! Heads out the gutter! It was great. He even bought me a wax burner with wax in the shape of stars. They smell so good! He is currently having a camp counselor reunion in Russell. I am left alone to my own devices!!!! I love it!!!!

So I'm calling it a night!!!


We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact.

Jean-Paul Sartre
French author & existentialist philosopher (1905 - 1980)


Yokai Kifujin