There are people who just can’t stay away. They totally deny that they don’t care what I write here, yet they disect it and questions it and post about it. They seem so gleeful and happy when they can report back to their thuggy friends. They just love me so much they can’t stop talking and thinking about me. I must occupy their thoughts so much. They can’t even help but look at my photos, they grab my pictures, save it in their photo album even though they think it was some scary picture of me. Yet they just keep coming back to see me. "Scary"? They must be imagining their own SCARY future! One of being stranded, being without, being trapped in a world that probably is "scary" to them.
They are so interested about me and my family that they even noticed that I dont work. Guess what, my husband doesn’t need to retire to be able to AFFORD the lifestyle we have. I don’t NEED to work like some women my age because WE CAN AFFORD IT. The issue seems to affect so many. One affected sits in a plywood house all day while HIS WIFE works. If he is so well off, why is that? I guess other guys are threatened because they can’t support the family on their own. They MUST make their wife work because their WIFES extra income keeps them from being homeless and hungry. Maybe that is why they married their wife. Why are they so concerned about little ole me? So to make up for their shortcomings and guilt, they feel more powerful by bashing lowly homemakers on the head. HAH! We don’t have to wait for dole outs from our parents, government handouts, we have our OWN house and not living under somebody else’s roof and make believe it is my own. I have a lincoln navigator and not some shitty electric golf cart because I can’t afford the gas. Oh I don’t need to brag, but in this instance I am letting you all know because I know you DONT CARE..so you said. Now you have even more to read not care about. Grab a few more of my lovely pictures while you are at it. Next time you are finished doing MIL’s chore list, you can once again take out your envy and jealousy on me and other women like me.
Oh, they even make notes on who my friends are here. Its funny how they twist things and tell people how nasty I am when I have assorted friends in my friendster. Well, they are the self righteous people who judge others and even makes fun of my friend’s motorcycle, yet they can’t afford it. In fact they make fun of everything that people do because, obviously, they can’t afford to do it themselves. Their making fun of others just shows their jealousy, their envy, and just how unhappy and unfulfilled their lives are. Yes, I have assorted friends here because unlike them, I am not judgemental or a bigot. I don’t pretense to be religious or some church elder and them spew racial hatred and make fun of people from other places.
They also wanted to know about my daughter’s biological father.. but, they dont care they say.. Oh, he was wishing I’d write along the lines of..he died in Saudi Arabia or a son of Erap Estrada.. funny man, I guess your brain is rotting just like your body. As for my daughter’s sperm donor, he did not die, in fact he is into his third wife. He ran out on me, but so what?! We were young when it happened and we didn’t work out. Life is never pefect and I never claimed mine was. I was able to raise my daughter on my own, earning my own college education and earning my own money. I did not depend on dole outs from sympithetic friends, or my mommy and daddy. I raised her well, she is happy and well rounded, in honors classes in her high school and has made lots of friends.
You call my daughter a baggage? look around at the people you associate with, 90% of them married somebody like me. And my husband doesn’t think of her that way.. only people with a pea brain would think that. Yet making fun of heritage, baldness, barongs, and lifestyles seems to be all that keeps some people happy. The funny thing is, is that every time they mention one of these things and makes fun of people, they insult one of their own. Yet nobody has the courage to make a peep. A very predictable character trait from what has become a very predictable pack of slime.
So, what else do you need to know?
For people who doesn’t care..you sure wanted to know alot.
And I know you all will be back again and again here. Just like always.
Well, bye for now, off to shopping with some friends and have my truck washed.