OMFGAAAHHHHHHWTF

omg I’m so bored it’s stressing me out.

Not that I don’t have shit to do, it’s just that the stuff I have to do I don’t WANT to do.

I don’t WANT to clean the house (even though it desperately needs it). I NEED to clean the house but it’s just going to piss me off to have to do it lol

I need to take the kids to the pool to get ids made but I don’t want to have to shave. And there’s no way I’m getting in the pool without shaving.

I COULD go outside since for once it’s not going to fry me up and boil my blood if I do.

But there’s nothing to do outside. We live in the middle of the country.

I WANT Malakai to get his still-sleeping ass up out of my house.

It’s 11 in the morning and he’s still fucking asleep in Joe’s bed. Mother fucker went to sleep the same time we did and is just now up.

GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT OF MY HOUSE AND FIND A FUCKING JOB YOU LAZY SONOFABITCH.

Oh. Yeah. For those of you who have no idea, that’s my ex husband. In my house.

Still asleep.

AT FUCKING 11 IN THE MORNING WITHOUT A DAMN JOB.

Ok. Explanation.

His mom passed away in April. Since she still owned a house in midtown Memphis as well as her “retirement” house in MS, they have to get both ready to sell. They can’t make payments on the one in MS, but the Memphis house is WELL paid for.

He was taking the kids to his mom’s house in MS because the house in memphis is empty.

Well when she passed they all decided to start cleaning out the MS house. Something I TOLD Dave and my family would happen, Malakai decided he couldn’t take the kids on his weekends anymore.

Well he brought up that he would drive up here to see them after a month of not, and I – trying to be nice – told him he could stay here if it would give the kids time with him.

My husband, being the unforeseeing type, decided to talk Malakai into playing D&D with us that Sunday.

Without me knowing. I asked him, “Well…is he going to be up here every other weekend playing?”

Dave said, “I don’t mind.”

“No, I mean, is he going to be AT OUR HOUSE every other weekend?”

“Oh. Well it doesn’t bother me if it gets him to see his kids.”

“No David. I mean: IS MY EX HUSBAND GOING TO BE STAYING AT OUR HOUSE EVERY OTHER WEEKEND now?”

“Oh.”

So he has. OMG. Ok I’d have probably let him come up once a MONTH like this.

Now he’s here every other damn weekend.

And doesn’t leave until Monday. Or Tuesday sometimes.

And he still makes those fucking smart ass remarks about me, blaming me for shit like he did when we were together.

Like, about Ireland (to Dave) when we found out Ireland kept forgetting to feed the cats: “Already taking after her mother, not doing shit.”

Um. No. Just, NO.

I don’t want to hear that shit. I’m STILL picking up after him NOW.

My house is still a cluttered mess because I never broke my own habit of not picking up after my husband when *gasp* Malakai and I were married. That’s my fault. But the house is CLEAN, if not uncluttered.

Now I give him this. He’ll bring food when he comes and cook a couple times.

But he doesn’t put anything away and has stopped picking up after himself.

He needs to go.

He needs to find a damn job.

Oh yeah. Last summer he got fired.

From the job that my stepdad helped him get. Because he – oh wait, what was it… OH YEAH.

He wouldn’t fucking go find one while we were married either.

So for a year the child support has been shorted while he lives on unemployment.

He got his extension, and it’s about to run out.

Has he found a job? No.

Do I believe he’s actually actively looking? No.

I don’t doubt he may have put in one or two applications but we all know with the way things are right now he’s going to need to do more than that.

But I have said for years, and when it finally happened, he’s not going to do anything serious about it unless something falls in his lap or gets handed to him.

Because he’s always been that way.

Sleeps til noon, stays up too late playing video games on the computer (what is it now, WoW?)

I’m getting very irritated thinking that any month now it’s going to be, “I can’t pay you anything, my unemployment ran out.”

OMFG seriously. He tried that when his first 6 months was up and I told him he better go fucking try for that extension.

It’s been bad enough when he had a job and paid me what he was supposed to pay as far as monthly, but wanted to fight over the medical portion he had to cover.

He doesn’t think it costs as much as it does to raise the kids.

And I manage to live pretty cheaply if I do say so myself.

His smart ass comments are pissing everyone off, not just us. Our friends that come over as well.

wtf. I tried to do something nice for the KIDS, and I really don’t have the heart to just be a huge bitch to him but DAMN.

No he’s not the only reason I’m irritated right now but it’s been fucking bothering me forever.

He makes me cuss a lot.

And there’s a reason we didn’t work out. Damn. What’s fucked up is I try to read my old (privatized long ago) entries and even though I knew BEFORE we were married we shouldn’t have, it’s horrid to read back through them because often I’d try to make excuses or say it was just me.

BAH! NO! HE NEEDS TO GO HOME!

Speaking of…he’ll never HAVE a fucking home because even if he HAD a job he’d never find his own damn place. He’s too cheap.

That’s why we’ve been seperated/divorced for 4 years now and he still doesn’t have a fucking place.

It’s not his plan. He’s fucking 31 damn years old and never had a place of his own except when we were together, and he ARGUED with me back then about moving out.

I guess he thought we were going to live with his mom the rest of our lives.

GAAAAAAHHHHH KIIIIIILLLLLL

*sigh*

On an odd note.

Xander fucking loved him.

What kind of shit is that?