Tragic's Wake

No, I haven’t absconded for parts better governed, I’m just tired and rather uninspired of late. It doesn’t help that Weemale is going through a ‘center of the universe’ phase right now and if he even sees you escaping to the bathroom, he’s a screaming slobbering mess because you’re paying attention to anything other than his ever changing demands. This brings me back to why I’m tired, you have to stay up later than him in order to have even five minutes to yourself by which time you’re too fucking exhausted to do anything with said five minutes..

His latest torture methods are pretty harsh too..

“Mom I want my soup now, right this minute NOW!” If you say anything at all besides “Yes sir!” and it takes you longer than a blink to have it heated and in front of him; the walls will be coming down.  The immediate verbal response is : “I hate you! Nobody likes you, everyone hates you, DADDY HATES YOU!!!” but it’ll go on and on at a growing volume until the windows are starting to crack and your ears are beginning to bleed.  Conversely, we’ll say that you have the soup ready at exactly the moment he asks for it and you set it down in front of him in short order, before he has a chance to scream at all. Then? Oh no… “I HATE SOUP! I don’t want this stupid soup, I hate you, I HATE YOUUUUU!!!”  Rinse, fucking repeat.

Like my newest haircut? I had initially decided to share that pic instead of a photo of how frazzled I actually look right now but you my friends, you deserve to know the truth. I’m looking at getting out soon with TGrrl, we’ve both been given the clear by our respective surgeons for hijinks and shenaniganery within reason. As you can see–I have multitudes of reason but I promise I’ll stay within the guidelines of safe destruction.

P.S I’m not going to bitch at length about the asshat majority government that the most unbalanced among my countrymen chose to vote into power, I’ll only say that our voting numbers are so low there is no fucking way that Canada is actually mostly made up of Conservative hatemongers. They’re just the loudest and most extreme of our population and they wouldn’t miss a vote for their lives because they consider that an unseen badge which gives them the illicit power to be hateful to people like me.

Also, in case you were wondering – I don’t open discourse and/or dialogue with ridiculous people who scream in my face because I don’t believe in negotiating with terrorists unless they’re four feet tall, I birthed them, and I’m relatively sure they’re going to grow out of it.

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