Bitchitude Day, My Way

If there was  ever  a day, made soley for bitching and  pimp slaps,  it would be  right this day. sadly, as far as I know,  no Bitchitude Day was officially   announced as a national holiday, so poor little ole me would have to be satisfied with  this blog as to mark the momentous  happenings that is called  Bitch day, Bitchin' day  or, my  recent  reluctantly favorite, Bitchitude day.

Bitchitude. In urban dictionary it's defined as a bitchy attitude.  Meaning,  smart-ass personality,  general grumpiness with  a side dish of sarcasm  and general bitterness about the world.

Well, then, my bitchitude day  officially  begun  last night, when  some  snoopy parent entered my sanctuary called  a room  to happily announce  high score in solitary and in process interrupt my  Internet schmoozin'.   meaning, I was on Internet, happily reading, and lo and behold,  dear parent comes, against my express  permission, to   announce the silliness... and promptly forbids me  from Internet.  Bitchin'.  And yes,  for your information, that  was  sarcasm.

What the fuck does the  person have to do to get  some  uninterrupted net time without  happy announcement of  'I Did It-!"  from  the parents? Gee, at this rate, when I get a boyfriend  there is almost 95-percent chance I would be  interrupted mid-coitus  because of  one of   the parent's 'I Did It!'  moments, or even worse "Oops,  I Think I  Messed Up The  Laptop - Help, Pretty Pwease?'  Not helping that I did my  research last night,   and officially  getting through the day  with only two hours of solid sleep at night, and still having to listen  that  the dear parent in question   didn't sleep ALL  night  and   would you please be more gentle, polite, etc.

Fuck no.

Didn't help I began the  masseuse course and  having  four  hours of almost uninterrupted lessons of  Anatomy, which is,  right along the  Math and Algebra the bitchiest  course  ever in the history of the  courses. And believe me, I  had my  fair  share of them.   And to top off this sour cherry,   one of the prerequisites for  actually  entering the course was....  whaddya know,   Anatomy again! or before, but let's   leave the semantics for now.   I was almost half brain-dead by the end of it, then waiting on  the  said parent to get off of the meeting,  and my bladder  was not very happy with me, and I was even less happy with  the parent..../Narrowed  eyes/.    Just peachy.

The next day -  today,   they delivered the repaired  washing machine, which,    my other parent in all of their  glorious wisdom, ordered to be delivered at the unholy hour of  7 AM.  So I was thrown out of my  so very comfy and warm  bed at 6 AM with the orders to get  going if I want to wash... and lo and behold, the  delivery guy  comes exactly at  6.30  AM.   Just bitchin'.   Luckily I didn't need to primp myself much, but really, would kill the delivery guy to be on time when he  is ordered to?   If it were me, I would have  told him to get going and come back at decent hour -  decent, for me,  means  some 10 in the morning when there's a weekend, and really,  this just kicked my Sunday morning into proverbial nuts.  Listening to the parent yammering about  achy back,  and other standard bits -  meaning I didn't listen  too well, as I was on my was for the new bout of torture session   known as an Anatomy.

Caught the  bus home,  and  later in the day, bitched at  brother because  he apparently needed me to get the French salad done.  Seriously?  if he doesn't like the lunch, he  is able to  get his food done -  bloody medium or rare,  I don't need to be involved in every little bit of it every time  he  concocts  the French salad.

Then, he bitched about  my other parent and silliness of having two  cars -  I admit, I agree  with him, but on the other side, the parent also is right, but  to see the  two to  acknowledge the opposite viewpoint is an exercise in futility, and I must be  insane to  still attempt to make them to see it.  /Weary  sigh + rolling eyes heavenward./  Jeee-zus.   How the  world even exists with the  two of them alive,  kicking and bitching, and in close quarters too, I will never know.   I just wonder if they would have survived on the lone island and cuffed together.

Dumb asses, the two of them.

On the brighter side,  I have an idea for the  ATHD, however it would involve the fair amount of work to be presentable.   And of course....  I gotta  learn all the  bones, muscles and what not.

Oh, Bitch.

 With that said, I am giving the the King of  Bitchitude.... Genesis Rhapsodos!

Genesis in all his glory... now the even the photo editor is mocking me.... Just bitchin'..

Will add the actual photo when the blog   photo editor will  quit his rebellious stage.... honestly, hormones.  Didn't know the technology had them. Well, whaddya know,   you  learn something new every day.