Happy Belated New Year

Yeah, so this post is coming really late...

A lot of things have gone on since my last blog. I would update you, but I've decided to keep my personal life personal cause you never know who's out there reading.

A lot of things have changed... That's all I'm going to say about that...

I've spent enough time in this fucking desert to know that it's time to leave. It's beginning to do some fuck up shit to my mind. It's time to relocate. That's all I'm gonna say about that. You can come to your own assumption of where I'm heading next.

All that same... Happy New Years to all you fuckers!!!

You haven't seen the last of me, but it's time to leave the Angry Girlfriend shit behind and come up with a new and better persona... Don't worry, though... When I figure out where I'm going with this blogging thing, you'll be the first to know...

My Name Is Karma

As my friends have been watching me fester in my anger and madness, the one thing that I've heard from them over and over is, "Don't worry. Karma can be a bitch. That asshole is gonna get what's coming to him".

Well, kids. It's time for an Angry Girlfriend reality check. Sometimes Karma needs a little kick in the ass.

I'm not gonna sit here and wait for some magical Karma to kick in years and years later when I'm no longer bitter.

I AM KARMA, BITCH!!!

Of course most of you are probably thinking that I've lost most of my sanity and am working on pure emotion.

But I assure you. I don't think I've ever seen things more clearly in my life.

It's obvious that I'm only angry because (dare I say it?)... *gulp* I cared... Thats the first and last time you wil ever see any weakness out of me.

I'm gonna stop there because if I keep going, you'll only realize how evil I really am.

I'm a saint and those horns poking out the top of my head are only there to support my halo.

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...