I Hate You - Go Rot In A Ditch

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All I Want For Christmas Is... A Good Divorce Attorney

I had stated earlier that Frijolero and I were in the process of reconciling. Well, that is no longer the case.

Two days ago, he stated that the marriage is over and that's pretty much all there is to that. Did I mention he was suppose to be coming out here for Christmas?

That's no longer the case either. After his unexpected news, I told him to take his airline ticket and go fuck himself with it.

I believe he may be seeing someone else. I'm guessing he hasn't fucked her yet, but that could change at any moment.

I hope your penis falls off from being infected with chlamydia and gonorrhea, you asshole!

So if anyone knows of a good divorce attorney, send me an email: angrygirlfriend@gmail.com

Secret Phone

Can you keep a secret? No? Well neither can I.

I have a new secret phone that few people know about it. I got it so that Frijolero can't contact me on days that he pisses me off.

Do you think it's wrong that I got a secret phone so that my husband can't call me when I'm mad at him? No? Neither do I.

Did I mention that we're trying to work things out and get back together? Dysfunctional, I know.

I've only given out the phone number to a selected few people who I have deemed important enough to contact me when my primary phone is turned off.

I know that are a few of you out there that are reading this and are probably going to want to go tell Frijolero about my new secret phone, but I'm advising you not to do that because if you do... The little man in the window will break into your house and eat your face plus, I'll deny the whole thing.

He'll believe me because I'm poor and poor people don't have money to spend on secret phones.

So keep your mouth shut... It's our little secret, ok? Shhhhhhhh ;)

Yet Another New Job

Despite being in hard economic times, I was able to find a new job. I am now working at a retail store in an Outlet Mall. I'm not going to give the name of the company, but let's just say, they're pretty up there and I'm not really sure how I got this job to begin with since I'm sooo much the opposite.

The downside to this job and that I had to dye my hair a normal shade color (no more pinks, blues, purples, or red), I have to cover my nose piercing with foundation (I absolutely refuse to take it out), and I have to wear my hair down and long sleeves to conceal any tattoos.

Like I said, the complete opposite of everything me. It's a pretty decent job though. Benefits, good pay, 30% off anything at any of their stores even though I still can't afford any of their stuff even with the discount.

Actually, I don't know anyone who could afford to shop there. Maybe like one person. My uncle... The one who owns the Lamborghini.

Yeah... Those are the kinda people who go shopping at this store. I am soooo out of my element.

But I'm just so happy to be getting a paycheck again, that I really just don't care.

And for some odd reason, people are allowed to bring their pampered little pets into the mall. I've never seen some many people go shopping with their dogs, but whatever.

Hope the dogs don't shit on their new $500 pair of shoes.

Quick Updates

I really haven't been keeping you guys updated the way I should... I just been busy with... stuff, I guess you could say.

Here are a couple of updates:

The perfect turned out to be not so perfect after all. Even though I had told them from the jump that I was looking for full time work, they only scheduled me for literally 8 hours a week.

Not to mention that I was still in "training" getting paid training wages despite the fact that they had me teaching my own classes.

Then there was that little issue about my paycheck... I haven't seen one.

Needless to say I quit... They don't know that yet, but come Saturday morning when I don't show up, I think they'll get the picture.

So I been on the hunt for another job. Hopefully, I'll find something soon because I'm so broke it's really pretty sad.

Frijolero wants me to go back East, but I'm not a quitter. I'm having a hard time, I'm not gonna lie, but I ain't giving up without a fight.

And yes, you read that right. The same fucker who wanted me gone, now wants me to come back... Go figure. Men are fucking retarded. At least he is.

Oh, and Oscar is doing much better. She hasn't made it to a vet yet, but she will as soon as I can get a job... that actually pays me.

Thanks to getting my hands on a prescription of antibiotics and neosporin, the hole closed up and shes put most of her weight back on.

So yeah...

Oscar Lobster, Get Well Soon

My loyal, faithful bitch of 11 years, Oscar is really sick. I discovered last night that she had a petty nasty infection, which really freaked me out.

Since we've only been out here 6 weeks, I haven't found her a new vet and because shes all up to date with her vaccinations, I really didn't feel like that was something that I would have to worry about anytime soon.

After discovering the infection, that all soon changed.

First thing this morning, I starting calling around different vet offices, but they always want to charge too much money and they don't offer any billing options. So here I am 1 week into my new jobs with no money coming in anytime soon and a dog that is really sick.

I did the only thing I could think of.... and called my mom.

My step-dad isn't a vet, but hes the next best thing... a doctor. So I rushed over my sick dog to their house this morning, and my step-dad has been trying to get the infection under control, so that Oscar wont die. Yeah, apparently it's that serious.

I'm hoping that my dog will be ok now that shes on medication and being closely monitored. We're not quite out of the woods just yet, so hopefully I'll have some good news in the upcoming days.

On a completely irrelevant subject, who the hell decided that a dog Snuggie was be a good idea, and what kinda dumb asses are planning on buying this completely useless product?

Anyways, here's to Oscar hoping that she makes a full on recovery and soon, because I love my little bitch.

Normal Oscar

Sick Oscar
GET WELL SOON, OSCAR!!!

New Job

I have been bitchin for the longest time about my crappy job that I hated back on the East Coast. Naturally, since I'm not living on the East Coast anymore and no longer employed by my soon to be ex-mother-in-law, I've had to find a new job.

After applying for countless office positions, I realized not only did I not want another office job, but I really hate working in offices.

So, I applied for a job working as a... Swim Instructor!

For many of you, this may come as a surprise since you have no idea that I'm like a fish in the water.

I swam competitively for 10 years and worked as a life guard for 3 years and a pool operator for 2 years.

I got the job, and I'm currently in training. Just cause I swim like a fish doesn't mean I know how to teach others to swim like a fish, which is why they have training.

So far, all I can say is that I really, really, like this job... a lot.

It just doesn't feel like a real job. I get to go to work in a bathing suit, no one cares about tattoos or what color your hair is, and I'm swim around with kiddies teaching them how to swim while goofing off with them.

It's the best job ever!

I don't know what it is about Las Vegas, but it seems to be bringing out the best in me.

I love this place!