Diva Pathetica

Oh how pathetic my uncanny little screwed up life on the basis of my (sometimes) catch-22 faults. A few circumstance pushed my buttons today that sent me on a downward spiral of bitching and complaining so much that "putting on my big girl panties and dealing with it" was out of the question.

• Mom: Blamed me for being sick so we cant go out as a family for lunch.
• Mom: Nagged and bitched about us not asking the Pastor to do a house blessing during our housewarming party next week.
• Business Trip: The impromptu business trip to Boston that we denied because the pay was an insult to our talent and intelligence.
  
• Brother: My cheap 31 year old brother refused to spend $10 to buy me a ticket to the play. His response was, "I have enough money for only me."
• Random Someone: She just totally pissed me off today just because of who she is. She said something non-offensive yet her association with me just gets on my nerves (I have my reasons).
  

Dios!! For crying out loud!! My poor husband has no choice but to hear all my bitching and complaining. He constantly tells me to, "Just pick and choose your battles. It's not worth getting mad over. I don't understand why you get pissed off the smallest things."

Poor thing just doesn't understand that no matter how little that issue is - what a woman needs to do is to bitch about it till no end - until she's satisfied and gets sick of bitching and complaining about it. How hard is that for men to understand? Seriously.

Up until now, I'm still a little bitter about the listed items above, but really the only thing I can do about it is to bitch about them... and I'm perfectly happy with that. I'm content in bitching even though I seem pissed off. I want to bitch. I was born to bitch... and given enough time if you piss me off, I'll most likely bitch slap you.

Until then - xoxo - E

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