Sooo back to work today for everyone- although mines Mr
Husband has not been home yet because the big fat slimy granny murdering
bastard who buys his wife aftershave for xmas and steals other peoples
promotions from under thems nose is a giant prick. (Note here he hasn’t been
near work for almost a fortnight- although in fairness he is probably helping
her in doors with her beard). I am pleased because Jumping Jerk Flash, (aka Billy
Banana no friends my next door idiot) is gone back to work- I keep going out
and walking up and down the drive just because I can without the idiot popping
up from behind the wall to scare me half to death. Today is the day when
everywhere you go (and indeed the rest of the week) when everyone says ‘Did you
have a nice xmas?’- and everyone says ‘yes, quiet. And you?’ (Not really caring
if you did or not). Nobody says ‘Well not really- I over ate to keep up with
Santa, I am up to debt in my neck and have to go bankrupt because the kids would have suffered
enormously (in my mind and to ease my conscience) if I hadn’t of bought them everything
their little hearts desired’. Or ‘it was too painful for me because no-one
wanted me cos I am a miserable fecker’. Or ‘No- we had aunty Violet again- she
sat in the corner sucking on a lemon and farting every three seconds and
blaming the cat and filling our room with an aroma of old lady and rich tea
biscuits’. Or ‘I didn’t get anything I wanted for xmas- I am so pissed off with
everybody’. Yes Guys I am sooo glad I don’t go to work! Of course I have to go
to the shops- and we all know the till staff are trained to ask ‘Did you have a
nice Xmas’- and I will say ‘Quiet, and You?’ And then she will say ‘Yes’- Now
can you please get off the conveyer belt and put your clothes on. Something along those lines. I get that every time I do a shop these days. Some people have no sense of adventure.
Living with Depression and Aspergers as well as copious physical problems this blog is my humourous outlook on life and the adventures I have. They may or may not happen............You decide
Wednesday, 2 January 2019
Tuesday, 1 January 2019
Happy New Year, Hot Glass and Hot Top Tits 2019
What you all been
waiting for here are few Beths hot top tits for 2019.
Don’t say you hope for a better year this year- make this
year better for yourself. You have to put the effort in for change- yeah-
really- so get off yer arse and get about it.
Follow your dreams-
don’t follow mine- you can only but imagine what happens in mine- they are weird!
Ditch the dumb ass and the waste of space-you don’t want that
hanging round yer arse like a wet nappy forever and a day.
Make your life worth living and make yourself count. I don’t
mean sheep and I don’t mean get yourself an abacus or take up maths-maths is
for nerds. You only need be able to count slices of cake- i.e. 1. 1 very large
one.
Do something out of
the ordinary. Run naked round town or along the sea wall. Ask a complete
stranger to do a willy wave at you- or better still ask for his address. Only
if he is hot to trot though.
Don’t step on hot glass because I tried this in
2018- it’s horrible.
If you are intending to move house this year, find the one
you like, mark your territory- pee on the doorstep. It works. (Tested and
proven by yours truly).
Dance in the rain, and the snow and the sun and sing loud-
sing –a- long with Beth and Elvis and Bob topless if you like. Although Bob don’t do topless in
the water- his knob gets soooo cold as it is.
Don’t wait for someone to visit you- visit them. Maybe they
can’t get to you very easily. Maybe they got a dodgy hip or no toes. I know
someone with no toes. It’s a pobble.
Don’t be hard on someone because they are not doing what YOU
expect and don’t be hard because they didn’t bring you a gift. You have no idea
what other people are going through. (Could be bankruptcy- some of us will).
And remember pamper youself and take time for youself. It’s
ok to be everything to everyone- but not at the cost of your health. The world
is running out of straight jackets.
Remember the 2nd of January is baby making day.
Get in there my friends- unless you don’t want a baby- in this instance you have
pancake day to look forward to!
Now go get sober and get theeself down to the Dunelm sale –
I hear bath mats are on offer.
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