Ostensibly Apathetic

My life!

Ex’s

What word starts with a “C” and rhymes with runt? That would be Patricia, My ex-wife. Never in my life have I so thoroughly despised a person as much as this one. If I was ass-raped by a gang of aids-infected child molesters and then forced to ass to mouth, tea bagging and bukkake on the 6 o’clock news while getting “hot-plated” by a corn fed Missouri heifer straight out of man-hater college; I would most likely send the “crew” Holiday cards before I would piss on this subhuman festering unwashed bipolar gutter-slut ex-wife of mine if she were on fire and I had a full bladder. I hate this bitch so completely that heaven is no longer a goal after death, just send me wherever is eternity from this this… Fuck me! I am at a loss for words and I was a sailor! 

ecard stuff


Hey…

This is hard for me because I have never done anything like this.. but I have a huge crush on you. I have never been able to tell you for reasons which you would quickly identify as obvious if you knew who this was.

I’m really attracted to you and I think you would be wanting to get with me immediately and I want to make sure it would be the best for us. Please write me an eCard back through here so I know it is you and we can explore more: (Click here to reply MY PROFILE and PICTURES). My username is lovebug1136 so put that in when you contact me.

Kisses,
haha. Bye
OK! What is wrong with this picture? or ecard ?  whatever! Where to begin. First of all I am acutely aware of anyone that finds me even remotely attractive; I tend to believe everyone does! So, the chances of some hot tail that is perfect for me and shy AND having to go to the lengths of sending me an anonymous ecard are nil. Secondly, I don’t know any hot girls that know how to use a computer well enough to orchestrate anonymity nor anyone creative enough for this approach. Most women are manipulative, needy, clingy and just a little to crazy. I said MOST so please do not email me asking if I am talking about you! You know who you are. Anyways, obviously a scam but I appreciate the effort tramp.
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Absolutely bad ass! Stupid cop in a mini van? My next car

Whoever you are, I believe I am experiencing parasympathetic reflexes that could be confused for love by the uninitiated. Anyways, I would play that body like a harp…just sayin’!

Whoever you are, I believe I am experiencing parasympathetic reflexes that could be confused for love by the uninitiated. Anyways, I would play that body like a harp…just sayin’!

Chocolate Harvest

I now have Mykola believing that chocolate grows in his ears; If he eats his veggies the chocolate grows, too much Mac n’ cheese, misbehaving or killing all the worms while fishing and the chocolate shrinks. The chocolate cannot be ripened once it is harvested, it must be the correct size, adequately fertilized and harvested at exactly the right moment to be good. He questioned that and a taste of unsweetened baker’s chocolate set him straight. This really works! I asked them where they wanted to go for Friday dinner  and he said ” Can we go to Golden Corral? They have lots of veggies. I love veggies cuz the make the choc cate grow!” We went  and he voluntarily ate broccoli and cauliflower of course asking over and over how tall is the choc cate and is it ready for me to get it out? Hilarious! 

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Awesome Dubstep: Mind, blown

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Cool music, good for powerpoint or something equally awesome.

Happy Birthday(s) Madison and Mykola!

Madison got a Chameleon named Steven Chobani. Mykola wanted a bicycle to ride with dad. Of course he has another bike at his biological mothers’ house but the selfish bitch won’t let him take it with him to ride even though it is not her’s. Ahhh I can definitely see why this bitch is in the ancient history section. Anyways, I got him a bike and he loves it. I got Madison a chameleon from her short list of wants and she loves him too, although she is a little scared of him still. Here are some pics.

The Great Race; The stakes have never been higher!

My son Mykola loves to race. Wherever we go it is a speed contest. When we get home it is a race to the front door usually with me pushing Madison in the wheelchair and carrying groceries while he runs as fast as he can. If I am getting him a refill at dinner, it is a race to the kitchen. If we go to the bathroom, use your imagination. Anyways, he always wins sometimes, depending on how much I have to carry, legitimately. So yesterday he was gloating over defeating me again and I decided that now would be the perfect occasion to exploit his overconfidence. It went like this:

Mykola: You want to race? I will beat you again!

Me: Why?

Mykola: Because I have super powers.

Me: No, I mean what are we going to race for? What do you win if you beat me?

Mykola: a car.

Me: How about if I win, you have to eat your veggies today. Three of them? And, if you win, you don’t have to eat any veggies today. In fact, I will give you chocolate for dinner!

Mykola: (squealing) ok daddy, no veggies and choc-cate for dinner. What about Maddy? Does she have to eat her veggies?

Me: Neither of you have to eat your veggies if you win. But, just for today! (I am 43 so the boy has an undeniable chance here).

Me: So, Ready? Set! Go!!!

Mykola takes off running for his life but within about 6 feet, not bragging, I passed him like he was running backwards. Mykola now about 20 yards behind is screaming don’t win daddy!! I look back to remind him to stay on the grass in case he falls. He is running his heart out - man that kid really hates his veggies. He is now about 40 yards behind and desperate. Don’t win!! Don’t win daddy!! is all I hear as I pull out the fold up chair and wait for him to finish. Poor kid, he is devastated and now crying but, he never stopped running. He never gave up (your welcome son). He started crying he said how did you win? why did you beat me? I hate veggies! Why daddy? I said you got too slow because you don’t eat your veggies at your moms’ house. Too much chocolate! But, not tonight!! He is very upset by now. I said, “I love you kola”. He said, “I wujj you too dad. How many veggies do I have to eat?” “Just three.” He said “how about 5?” We are working on counting next.

A Season in Hell - Bad Blood by Arthur Rimbaud

But no one leaves. - Let us set out once more on our native roads, burdened with my vice, that vice that since the age of reason has driven roots of suffering into my side - that towers to heaven, beats me, hurls me down, drags me on.

Ultimate innocence, final timidity. All’s said. Carry no more my loathing and treacheries before the world.

Come on! Marching, burdens, the desert, boredom and anger.

Hire myself to whom? What beasts adore? What sacred images destroy? What hearts shall I break? What lie maintain? - Through what blood wade?

Better to keep away from justice. - A hard life, outright stupor, - with a dried-out fist to lift the coffin lid, lie down, and suffocate. No old age this way, no danger: terror is very un-French.

- Ah! I am so forsaken I will offer at any shrine impulses toward perfection.

Oh my self-denial, my marvelous Charity! my Selfless love! And still here below!

De Profundis Domine, what an ass I am!