Passive agressive anger management

Passive agressive anger management. That's what Myspace is all about. I am pissed at Brad right now so I take him off my "Top Friends" list. Will he notice? No, he doesn't log in. Will he read this? No, he has never read a one of my blogs. Does he notice a damn thing about me? No, and never will.

He is gay, that's why he doesn't notice. He salivates to watch men in tight spandex costumes dance around and hump each other. You've probably seen it too, Monday night wrestling. Ask him any of their names, weights, records and he can spout it out. Ask him my middle name and he'll have to think a minute and then guess. So this is my passive aggressive way of venting my frustrations about Mr. Gay Gay Husband.

It's not like I can actually argue with him. He just yells and screams then falls asleep. Did I mention he's a gay narcaleptic? He's in love witht the TV. He loves to gaze longingly into it's eye for hours at a time. He gets very upset if anyone comes between him and his precious TV. If I made him choose between me or TV in our house, I'm sorry to say that I would loose.

The long hours of brain melting TV watching have leeched away so many braincells I am sure he will be a farting, burping vegtable any day now. Now don't take this loving review of my husband's bad habbits to heart. Don't call me and ask if we're alright, or are you wanting a divorce? Think about it for a second, what right minded wife doesn't want a divorce from time to time? Doesn't mean I really want to be rid of him, I just want to be mad at him for a while. And if you've never had these same type of frustrated feelings about your husband or wife, well then you haven't really been married, have you?

Isn't it supposed to be healthier to "let it out" when dealing with feelings of frustration and anger instead of letting it drive you nuts? That is all I am trying to do, it's cheaper than therapy you know? So, I will get on here and rant and rave about my stupid gay husband all I want, afterall it is "My"space.

Be forewarned, I am moody, very bitchy and not likely to take crap from anyone these days. Nausea and vomiting kind of make me that way. While doing my daily worship to the porcelin god out pours my filter, the thing that keeps me from saying what I really think. Also, out goes lots of my patience. All of the ice around me is thin, so move cautiously.

Mr. Gay Gay Husband has not read the warning signs. He has not paid attention to the flashing caution lights. He just skates right on over and does a big gay tripple sow cow and lands right on my thin ice. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. I don't think I am particularly scorned, just fed up and pissed off at his inability to show love, care, or concern. I know I have waxed poetic about his strong silent nature but that was a different day. When I feel bad, I am a miserable person to deal with. It's very easy to get around this bitchiness though. Much the same way natives would offer up sacrifes to angry gods, throw in a "how're you feeling" or an "I love you" once in a while. This might keep the bubbling fires of the volcano settled.