Fucking Bad Blogger

But fucking fantastic life!!!

Just letting ya all know that I'm still around, even though I'm not around all that often any more.

You should all be fucking cheering for me, what with the way my life is going.

Edge and I are gonna do a quickie marriage when we get around to it. We're saving up enough dough right now for a trip somewhere fantastic. We'll get hitched just as soon as we book our tickets!!!

I haven't even had any fucking trouble at the farm.

Hot damn.

Any of you want to give me any shit??? FUCK OFF!!!

Holy Fucking Shit!!!!!!!

Hey, I know I've been real bad about keeping up with this blog, but FUCK I've been having a fine time of it.

EDGE ASKED ME TO MARRY HIM LAST FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Can you say WAY TO FUCKING GO!!!!!

And yeah, I said FUCK YES!!!!!!!

Quickie

Just got up to pee and thought I'd update you all.

Life if fucking GREAT!!!!!

Work is goin real good. I quit fixing the wraps, and when they'd all lost their straps, the boss tried to give me shit about it. I just looked at him, said I'd fixed my share and it was someone elses turn. He was dumb enough to tell me I was the only girl there.

You all would have been proud of me for not up and telling him to fuck off right then. Instead I pointed at the new guy and said "He's enough of a pussy to qualify, I say it's his turn."

The boss hauled me into his office, where I figured he was going to yell at me. He busted out laughing though. Then told me he'd pay me a half day, once a month, if I'd keep the wraps fixed.

Good enough by me.

Stoned

And luvin it.

Fuckin A I feel good tonight. Don't got to work tomorrow cause I broke my toe today. Well, not broke, broke, but I got stepped on good and was only wearing my tennis shoes. My toe swelled up something fierce, and the boss gave me these really big painkillers.

Ha, I fell asleep writing this. Gonna crawl into bed now.

Later.

Just Stuff

Nothing much to say. I've been avoiding the new guy at work, and that's sort of working out.

Digger has been acting funny lately. Gave me shit about Edge being over here so much. Don't know what the fuck that's all about.

The band isn't doing much of anything. We barely even practice any more and that makes me fucking sad.

On the other hand, there are more people wandering in and out of the house than ever before. It's kind of nice, but kind of strange. I still get caught off guard. Like I took a shower, and was walking to my room naked, when I ran in some guy heading for the bathroom. Not that either of us minded, but I didn't plan it.

I may just do it more often.

Fucking Fuckers

Why the fuck is it that when things are goin good some motherfucker has to fuck something up?????

New guy at work. Can't fucking keep track of his leg wraps. The velcro part keeps coming off of the damn things and I've been taking mine home and sewing them up. Well this new guy snags three sets of my leg wraps from my box. So I go over to him, and tell him he can't do that.

He gives me a dirty look, tells me to fuck off and kneels down and starts wrapping one around this horses leg.

I yell to the other guy that's been working there for fucking years. Tell him what's up. He looks at me, he looks at the new guy and he says (and I can't fucking believe this) "So, fix the rest of the wraps."

NOT MY FUCKING JOB ASSHOLE. FIX YOUR OWN FUCKING WRAPS.

I say "why don't you fucking fix them?"

He laughs and tells me it's girls work.

GIRLS WORK!!!

What do you think I said to that???

You got it. I said "FUCK OFF!!!"

Fucking Updates

Yeah, I'm supposed to be at work right now, but the boss asked me to run an errand for him, and I stopped by the house to grab an early lunch.

Updates:
The job still rocks! For the most part the boss leaves me alone. Well, I have to get horses ready for him, and sometimes I have to run along behind him when he's going to show a client a horse. But he treats me like I know what the fuck I'm doing.

Edge and I are seeing each other pretty regular. The sex is fucking awesome. We get along great. Digger's been growling at the guy though, and I don't really know what to make of that.

We're playing fewer gigs these days. The guys are all bent on making money. Dont' know what for, but I get the feeling they're up to something. Just haven't bothered to ask them what.

Nobody's pissed me off in like three days. I think it's a record. I hope it's not a sign I'm getting old. I don't feel old. I don't ever want to act old.

So just for the hell of it, here's to all of you that deserve it: FUCK OFF!!!

Happy Party Day!!!

Hey, I'm Irish!!!
I'm getting ready to go out and celebrate the day. With Edge!!!

I'm pretty damn sure I'll be drunk and occupied later, so I thought I'd just wish you all a happy one now.

Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck him blind tonight!!!

FUCK THIS CUNT

What the fuck is up with this woman? This Ruth Fowler chick? She's a fucking blogger, just like the rest of us. I haven't read many of her posts, but a really good friend of mine told me she got her shot at fame because of her blog.

Then she's got the nuts to write today's post - Reluctant?

Here's a bit of what she had to say:

You see, I actually hate blogging. I hate blogs. I don't read them. I find the whole concept a bit tasteless. I think it's absolutely grotesque, desperate and sad to need the attention of a pile of strangers from the internet to give you a feeling of self worth. I find people who write those cutesy blogs about their husbands and yeast infections, peppering their websites with grainy pics of spawn and puppies, utterly repulsive. I find the whole comments phenomenon pointless and gratuitous. Oh beebo101 thank you so much for sharing, I never realized there were so many women out there who had similar problems with female ejaculation and an addiction to Banana Republic. Thank you for making me feel normal. Oh please. Pass me a fucking bucket. So I can stick it up your bucket fucking cunt.

The majority of my hatred is reserved for sex bloggers - I find it amusing that I sometimes get referred to as a 'sex blogger', despite the fact I rarely have sex, and I never write about it, and if I did get laid I certainly wouldn't write about it. I find people who do vaguely repulsive, particularly those who have delusions of grandeur about themselves.

Which brings me round to the very obvious question: Why do I write a blog?

I started writing this blog in January 2005 because I'd written a novel when I was 23 and my agent at the time told me to start a blog as it was the only way for new writers to break into publishing. I write a blog now because my publicity people make me in the run up to the book's publication in June.

Which is not to say I don't like y'all and don't appreciate the kind messages and emails you send, but frankly, I'd rather not be here. I'd rather be absolved from duty to cyberspace and wallowing in obscurity somewhere writing books and screenplays and articles on commission.

Where the fuck does she get off dissing the very thing that "made" it for her? And what makes her think she's any fucking better than any one of us?

Ruth Fowler, or Mimi in New York, or whatever the fuck you want to call your two faced ass ... FUCK OFF!!!

Damn

Didn't realize it'd been so long since my last post. Sorry guys.

Yeah, the horse place keeps me busy, but that's not the biggest news. Nope.

You remember Edge? Well... we're kind of dating now. And he's not fucking paying for it!!!!

YES, HE FUCKED MY BRAINS OUT!!!!!

And fuck if it wasn't the best sex I've ever had.

So, when I'm not shoveling shit, I'm spending a lot of my free time with him.

If you know what I mean.

Two More Days

Then I finally get a day off.

Not that I mind so much with this job. So far the only people I've had to deal with are the trainer (my boss) and his wife. Oh, and some of the people that own the horses here. They're almost all gay guys though.

I felt kinda bad for this one dude. He was this younger guy with one of the owners, and the owner just kind of left him hanging there. So I snagged him, and had him come along with me while I worked.

Gave me a pissy feeling towards this owner, and I'd liked the guy before.

So for all you rich pricks out there, here's a word of advice: You want the arm candy? You like fucking the young ones? Treat them like fucking human beings too. You'd be surprised how much more they'd do for you.

Either that, or you can just FUCK OFF!!!

Life in General

Yeah, I know I've been talking about this new job, and not much about the other shit in my life, but that's just it. There isn't a whole lot of other shit in my life right now.

I see Digger every day, the other guys a few times a week. More if we've got a gig.

We're not playing as much, since everyone is working now, and we're trying to settle into a new routine.

I rarely find strangers wandering around the house when I get up these days, and to be honest, I kind of miss that.

But what I miss most of all, and you all know this, is the sex.

Fuck, I need to get laid.

Some kind of Shit

Man, today I learned to do something I ain't all that thrilled about.

See these horses I'm working with are called Saddlebreds. They trot real fancy, holding their tails up while they do it.

I found out today how they get them to keep those tails up.

See, they've got this stuff that's a ginger salve. You dig a gob of it out of the jar, spit on it, then shove it up their ass. Yup. Up their ass.

I've had my fingers up a dude's ass, but this is a whole new ballgame.

Guess I don't really mind doing it, but damn it's something I'd never have imagined doing to a horse.

I'm Fucking AWAKE

At this fucked up hour of the morning.

And I don't mind.

Heading off to work shortly, but I wanted to tell you what I fucking found out yesterday. Horses have giant sized COCKS. Man, I learned how to wash the fucking thing. And when I say GIANT, I mean it's longer than my fucking arm!!!

Balls bigger than my fist.

Now SHUT THE FUCK UP all you out there that are thinkin I'm fucking turned on by this. NOT TURNED ON. Freaked. Amazed. But not the fuck turned on.

Just FUCK OFF!!!

This Job ROCKS!!!

Okay, so I got me this job at a horse farm now. Show horses. And what I got to do is take care of them and get them ready for the trainer.

So far my days are pretty much mucking out stalls, grooming the horses, cleaning tack, putting the stuff on the horses and taking them out to the guy to ride. Then cooling them off, cleaning them up, and putting them back in their stalls.

A lot of them have shit they have to wear in their stalls like leg wraps or these wraps around their necks.

Then, when everything else is done, I feed them.

Then boss says come the warmer months there's shows that we'll be going to around the area.

And I fucking LOVE IT!!!!!!!

BORING!!!

God damn but my life is boring.

I do the lunch waitressing thing during the day, practice with the guys, play a gig or two, AND THAT'S MY FUCKING WEEK.

Oh, and get this, they deduct my pay if I break anything. Or if anyone skips out without paying. And I've gotta pay half for anything I eat or drink. I ain't sure it's worth it.

I need another job.

My FEET HURT!

So's my ASS.

This job is SO NOT WORTH IT!

I hate this fucking job. I hate people. I hate that they FUCKING have to GRIPE about every little FUCKING THING. Too hot, too cold, not enough.

FUCK OFF! Don't you people get it? You're spending less than ten bucks here, save it for someone that CARES!

They're sucking the life right outta me.

Where the FUCK am I?

Who fucking wants to know?

Okay. I haven't been keepin ya all up to date, so here's a quick rundown.

Digger has moved in with me. But not IN with me.

There's more people in the house all the time now, but that's okay. Sort of. Well, I kind of HATE it, but I don't have no choice.

I haven't been fucked since...

I really miss being fucked. I really WANT to get fucked.

Shit.

PEOPLE SUCK!

Hey folks, just had to fucking vent. Ya know???

So I got this day job at this bar we've played gigs at. I'm just there to wait tables for the lunch crowd. Figured it wouldn't be too bad. Don't have to get up too early, don't have to work too long. Still have my nights for the band.

What I didn't figure was that people are shits. Well, I knew there were shits out there all along, but man, I'm just trying to get your fucking lunch. And how fucking picky can you be about a $6.50 sandwich platter?

Tips? Like you're payin me for extra service? Tell you what, you keep that dollar, and I'll think about not spitting on your cheeseburger.

God damn, fucking son of a bitch!

My thanks

I just had to stop in and thank all the great folks that left their good wishes for me.

What happened to me taught me a few hard lessons. Ones I'm still coming to grips with. I guess the biggest one is that I'm not as smart as I think I am. That's a tough one to take.

Outside of that, I'm doing ok. Getting better.

I think you're the best Renegade.

And I loved the card Outis.

As for the rest that left comments, they really did help. Whether you knew me or not didn't matter. You gave me your support. I can't even think of a word to tell you how great that is.

Digger and the guys have picked up extra work so that I don't have to go out with men anymore for money. We're going to keep it that way.

And this blog? I'll be back eventually. I'm just not ready yet.

Luv you all.

For those of you I don't you can FUCK OFF!!!