I am 30ish. I live in the Midwest. I have two teenage daughters, two dogs, a snake & a husband. I'd trade them all for a week of peace and quiet & I wouldn't feel badly at all. Except maybe Snake. He's quiet & doesn't bother me unless he's hungry, and he only eats once a month.
I'm divorced from the girls father - affectionately referred to as SFB or Shit For Brains. He's a douche canoe. I bitch about him here as well as his inbred cornfed family. I reserve most of my intense hatred for them and people who stop at yellow lights.
I work in an office predominantly populated with men. They're assholes. Nearly every one of them. None of them know how to clean up after themselves and they all seem to think that it's my job to be their fucking Mother. I'm paid a decent salary to fuck around on the computer all day. I'm bored out of my skull here and need to find a new job, but don't know where to go...
I wish I had some funny story about how/why I started blogging but I don't. I started blogging in an attempt to "journal" my life as a mother to two teenagers, but that left a lot to be desired. They're teenagers. They don't want to hang out around me and that's fine. I realized recently that I bitch a lot on this blog. I complain about nearly everything - from the assholes who park in front of my office, to the person driving next to me on the highway. Everything's open season for me.
I sound like a really unhappy person, but I promise you I'm not!
