Aaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! Ffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!
Better.
Alex would NOT eat his fucking beef. Yes I know start veggies first, well I already opened them, so by day 5 he can eat some damn level 1 beef. That took a half hour (bottle included) the dogs barked, Sophie the douche bag would NOT come in the door, so she barked if I closed the back door. But she wouldn't come in if I opened it. Not leaving it open to many flys and bees.
Maggie was all in my face because she could smell the beef from Alex's pured cat food looking dinner. Mia was fine, more confused at my random shouting and growling. But the whole time sang "It's time for a snack! It's time for a snack"
Can't let the dogs bark, Ed is sleeping in the t.v. room in the subfloor (or basement) Bah, then I was caring Alex upstairs to hose off the 1/2 a jar of beef from his naked little man chest, and I do the most ANNOYING thing, ya know when you walk into a door and clip your fucking hand on the door?! WTF!?!? It could have been worse I have been known to misjudge the door hole, and just clip my whole damn shoulder on the door frame.
Jesus. It's not like I don't still have a shitload of stuff to do today, but NO let's aggravate me to the point where I just say fuck it and go stare at the t.v.
45 minutes till Mia and Alex go to bed. Oh fuck, the cat just yacked on the floor... eww... it's like a sausage of barf... anyone else wanna pick a fight with me. Because RIGHT now I would be a good candidate for a total psychotic ass wooping on any random tard that chooses to speak to me...
Maybe I will just piss away some time, and find the theme song to Noddy, that could make me better...
