Only in LA...

I walked to the store to get smokes about an hour ago. Yeah it was a long fucking walk. Anyhoo...I saw two LAPD cars racing each other down a major street. I know this because they had no lights on and they were swerving at each other...kind of like a cat and mouse game. they were doing about 80mph. I guess any thing a person can do to blow off some steam is okkaayy?

My only thought was...shouldn't they be out catching the bad guys or some thing?

Maybe it's just me.

Guess what job I applied for...

Working graveyard shift in the laundry room of a senior citizens home.

Now that's a job I will learn to hate because as we all know...I love doing laundry.

You know what...

I get pissed. I bitch and complain. I think every one does.

It seems my family doesn't.

I sat for hours on the phone with family squabbles over my ma being upset or my sister or them not being able to spend enough time with my brother. i listened to all parties and decided that they were just bitching about each other and not talking to each other. So I made calls to each one. I found out that every one thought that every one else was "too busy."

I cleared that up. They realized they weren't.

They now have dinners together at least once a week. They talk more than they every did before. They thanked me for that.

Unfortunately, they never call me.

I think that's a little fucked up.

I hope in my life time...

I have never made any one feel inferior. People are so fucking ignorant when they don't realize words are power.

The words come out of their mouth and it floats in the wind...they can't get take them back.

I sit and watch people dig their own graves. I find it intriguing.

I sit and wait for them to realize what they are doing. Heh. They don't.

Then the aftermath comes...they back track. "I didn't mean it that way." "You took it wrong."

No, I didn't and don't fucking blame me for what you said.

Choose your words wisely because you can not take them back.

My roommate told me tonight

"You haven't done one goddamn thing strong. You are weak...you are weakness. The reason you were abused is because you let people do it to you."

Well, slam me a little more and I'll put you in the abuse category.

A few years ago I would have screamed for hours. This time I told him to get the fuck out of my room.

Not wanting to get into a screaming match I picked up a pin and a pink post it and wrote "Fuck Off." As he was sitting at his computer I slapped on his monitor.

Me? Weak? That's fucking hysterical.

The problem is, the words stay in a persons mind. He chose to gut me and he did.

I've learned. I'll take it because the reason you are abused is because you let people do it to you.

Fuck that.

What a dick.