Random Thoughts

When I started exchanging letters with D, I kept a copy of what I sent to the US, and of course, kept what he wrote back to me too. 

Once again I regret that I had to throw all those letters when I was about to be wed to Fucktard.  Damn it!!!  Those letters would have come in handy during times like these -- that I feel so ugh!

When I wrote that post about D a few weeks ago, I was thinking, he should not read what I wrote (or intend to write).  But to hell, I now do not care at all even if he reads this entire blog.  Or anyone for that matter.  As long as I remain faceless, then that would suffice.

I like that I can write anything that comes up in my brain, whether senseless things outpour, and my entries deviate from what is supposed to be written -- like how I hate to be jailed in this fucking relationship...

I am one smart ass, and I end up, with this freak of a husband.  He is soooo insensitive, I tell ya.  Imagine, I worked hard to get fabulous grades in college, became quite a popular figure in campus while writing articles for a teen magazine, was given a column of my own, wrote for other magazines after that, even wrote for the University paper, graduated cum laude, took up master's, taught in the academe, and all I get is this SHIT!

Okay, I ended up marrying a guy who comes from a family of educators, and culinary enthusiasts.  But to me, they are all brainless shits because they don't even get it that they are such a wise-crack family, and I wanna get the hell out of their family tree.

This entry is so wayward, my mind is racing from all angles, and I just could not get what I truly want to write about.  I just want to write.

Oh please, world, talk to me.  Where are the ladies who wrote me a few months or weeks ago, telling me about how shitty their husbands are too???  Email back, girls!

I feel like I want to join the lonely hearts club.

In Facebook, I want to kill all those wives who whore their husbands in their accounts.

I hate it when people post stuff like, "Coffee with my sweetest hubby!"

Or, "Happy Anniversary, Honey!  I thank the heavens for you!" 

Ermagherd, if "Like" buttons could only be bomb buttons, I would gladly push them in one entire day.