….Talk is cheap….take it with a pinch of salt!
Of all my years on planet Earth, I’ve been pretty easy going and usually find good in situations or people. The only two people I ever came remotely close to disliking with an intensity were two boys in high school. One guy (I really was going to name him but decided against it) from junior school used to fancy the pants off me and would stare at me at every opportunity. I don’t know if he’d had an overdose of raging hormones at 15 or was just plain rude, but he used to make my skin crawl…….like a tarantula digging beneath my skin, and never failed to cause every single strand of body hair I had to stand vertically stiff. Just imagine how it was like for me, an innocent school girl who was made to feel that her private parts were exposed to the public. It was that bad!
The other guy was more than six foot tall and was Frankenstein incarnate with the big broad square shoulders. He would nudge me or say something rude to me every time he passed by. What the fuck was wrong with all those people?!
Well today, I realised that those old peeves of mine were trivial compared to Miss X. When I first met her a few days ago, she was annoying but I have high tolerance so I tried to ignore her somewhat. Then she started contacting me everyday and really started to irritate the shit out of me. She was ugly as pus and oh, such a pain! I did what I could to make her GO AWAY but she never wanted to get the hint. Talk about fat assed and thick skinned!!!
I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve such punishment but I think she’s here to stay for a bit.
*sigh*
I hope you never get to meet someone like her.
Miss X is the big ass pimple at the tip of my nose and she sucks big time.
Once upon a time, I designed buildings and interiors of corporate offices and on the rare occasion, homes. Now, I clean poop and am student of a patience management course. From the drawing board as a London Architect to the realities of Motherhood, I have certainly learned many lessons in humility. And then others.....
To succeed in the corporate world, first succeed with your kid as the happy boss. Seriously.
This blog is about me, Mamapumpkin. A crazy, demented Mom who cares full time, alone, without any help, for an even crazier preschooler AND a baby with a boob addiction problem. *sniff* Someone, please get me a chair.......
I write anything that comes out of my head, mostly without thinking first, which almost always gets me into trouble (according to my husband, also known as the love of my life.......on a good day).
My pet monkeys drive me towards challenge after challenge, 24/7.
Gotta love it.
Contact me : Mamapumpkin at gmail dot com
Mama BoK (18 comments.)
December 5th, 2007 at 2:10 am
Hahahhahah!! aiyoh..!!! i thought really someone irritated you .. big time..