Fucken assholes

The particulars: A local newspaper, a kid, a parent, an assumption that that I prescribe to aforementioned local newspaper.
So when the kid comes to my door to collect monies for the delivered papers I tell him, or more accurately his dad(kid's like 6) that I don't prescribe and there's some kinda mistake. He tries ta tell me he's delivered like 3 papers, I say whatever I didn't ask for them(I've only seen one, I thought it was junkmail) don't deliver any more. Today his kid puts another one in my door, so I go out paper in hand, and put it back in his cart. I tell his dad(kid's only 6) I don't want this paper. thanx. I'm cool cause.. kid's only 6. The dad tells me they gotta give every house one and ta call the paper if I don't want one.
Fucken Newspaper..I'm not pissed because of there lame ass scam, I'm pissed cause I can't just pay for the fucken thing, look the kid in the eye and say"There ya go but I don't need no more ok?"Feel like a piece of shit cause some fuck at the paper..ommmmmmm. I hate being put in a awkward position.
Oh and on a unrelated note I quit smoking again.

Nostalgia

Ack, my daughter wanted me to put some music on, helps her sleep. So I did. Checked the playlists and Fleetwood Mac was handy so I put it on. Thinkin' background noise, whatever. 4 songs later I'm feeling decidely bummed, yet I can't turn it off! Don't get me wrong I like Fleetwood Mac but it's got it's time and place. A long car trip by myself, in the morning ta offset a grumpy wake up, when the kids are tearing it up etc. *sigh* not tonight though.
Self:Are we feelin' fragile tonght? :(
Fuuuck off!
Self: (hehehehe)

When push comes to shove.(or a claustraphobic's nightmare.)

Something wrong with this picture..the piles of boxes2/3's of the way to the ceiling, a shopping cart, a rug cleaner from like the 50s..all where there used ta be nothing, maybe a bike or 2, 8 by 4 feet square of what used ta be clear space, the ONly clear space in the apartment NOT filled with..JUNK(sorry roomie)! The landlord in his drywalling frenzie of the hallway had walled in a closet, so naturally that stuff had to go somewhere..I tossed a kitchen table and 3 chairs for that space. The kitchen is like the busiest area in my apartment, meals are cooked, lunches are made, laundry is done there(hoses attach to the sink) Everywhere else is jam packed full of ..crap(sorry roomie)! But everywhere else isn't a high traffic area, I can deal with it. What I CAN'T deal with is the only high traffic place in the house being cluttered! Some perspective, I've organized, shuffled around, and emptied every room in the apartment over the last couple years ta make room and it just FUCKIN fills up again! I'm at my wits end, time ta think about moving I think cause it's just not doable anymore.
Self: Feel better?
Yeah, venting good.
Self:..hear that? sounds like the landlord.
...
Self: Easy, he's workin next store.
So anyways, yup, time ta move.
Self: Of course in order ta do that-
I know,I know, I'm on it.

Rise and ebb

I was just full of it earlier..yesterday too, but now..myah.
But I gotta post somthin', bin a while. So..
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Self?
Self: Sorry, got nothin'.
Rainin', yup. Usaully that's a good thing ta get the juices flowin'.
..not today though.
Self: Notice your talkin' to yourself, maybe ya could talk about your mental problems..
Bite me.
Ommmmumumum, speakin of moms! Nah, too tedious.
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Self: Give it up.
Self: Hey, how bout that hot babe ya talked to at the marsh today?
Oh ya right, what were the first words out of my mouth again?
Self: I think they were-
Hey I don't think your allowed to walk your dog here!
Self: Smooth.
Very.
Self: Ya kinda smelled like goose poo too I think.
...
Self: So we doin' the "Self" thing then?
Apparently, cause your just so fuckin' fun to talk to!
Self:..
Sorry, notice the fangs on her?
Self:Fangs?
Yeah, pointy things in her mouth.
Self: And ya noticed this..why exactly?
I dunno, was wondering why myself.
Self: and?
And what? I was roaming around in the woods all day maybe I was feeling..Primal, I dunno what the fuck?
Self: You need help.
I know, she did have a nice bum though eh?
Self: Oh yeah.
Self:..
What?
Self: Be gentle.
Fuck you! I aint playin' tonight!