Friday, December 20, 2002

News flash, Virginia Beach

Virginia Beach Police went on a dangerous mission last night giving out tickets to illegally parked vehicles.
One office was noted as saying " I came up to the perp cautiously, read miranda to the car, keeping my hand on my gun."

"It was touch and go, but we were finally able to attach the ticket under the left windshield wiper."

The officer above mentioned is being treated for shock after this trying ordeal.

Thursday, December 19, 2002

Today I came downstairs to find a porn video on the living room table.
This is Dorsey's way of telling me he is deprived (depraved?) of sex.
Now, in my defense, Sunday was the last time, I work 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, clean house on the weekends, and because Dorsey loves to party, we have been out every night this week, and in between I have to try to Christmas shop, get to the cleaners, etc.
You know what ? Pick a room Dorsey, I can't excel in everything.
I am tired, tired, tired, of our "Madonna is inadequate arguments."
He is semi-retired, works when he feels like it, so time has no meaning to him.
If he feels like staying up until 3 in the a.m., he does so.
If he feels like sleeping in, he does that.
He expects me to be "in the mood", no matter what time it is.
He also had the grand nerve to tell me as I was walking out the door for work, that he needed help with the dishes, and he was tired of doing them by himself.
You are home all day, do the fucking dishes and shut up.
I walked out the door crying, and telling him to find someone perfect, I can't live up to your standards.
Now, here I am at work, trying to put on a happy face, and wishing that I lived alone.
And Alice and Bill, I still hate Christmas, and Dorsey isn't helping.

Tuesday, December 17, 2002

I will be back this afternoon with hopefully something interesting to say.
I have been reading other peoples blogs this a.m.
Some pretty good stuff out there.