The Wheels on The Bus Go Round and Round.... Too bad more closed minded people werent under them

Well folks my ass finally has internet so let me just warn you. This is not going to be your Martha Stewart type blog. I will not talk about coffee, kittens or cooking. I will curse bad vent often and my goal is to irriitate the snot out of all the close minded people living amongst us.

Lets start out by saying I really hate fucking people. Sometimes them simply breathing is enough to make me want to go chuck norris on them. I mean really, really people throw people under the fucking bus and for what. Listen up Barbie, I am not your fucking Ken doll and this isnt your malibu home. I know what your Jennifer Love Hewitt ass did last summer and I am not afraid to throw your ass under the bus. I swear as a confident sassy yet chubby girl I am surrounded by fucking haters daily. Oh and lets not forget I have piercings and several tatoos, oh and I support Obama. Oh no what was that, it was the sound of haters hitting the floor.  Everday I am surrounded by people so unhappy in their own lives that they have to judge mine. Oh and lets not be fat around these peeps or sick. Because if you are its because you are fat.  Which brings me to one of my favorite people. Dr googles of the world. Well I googled it they will say and thats not normal. Wow really you spent 1.5 seconds in doctor school and you figured out my problem. Oh you are so awesome, NOT GO FUCK OFF and count some calories or better yet go become bulmic and purge yourself. Yes folks being fat isnt ideal but its my life and I really dont care what you think. My good pal tells me all the time I am weight obsessed and I simply tell her no society is. You will hear me rant alot about weight in my blogs. I deal with it daily. My favorite one is well you have a pretty face, or if I ask well is she pretty I get well she is thin. Oh wow OK because I seen a lady this weekend at Red Lobster and she was about 110 and she was far from pretty. With the wait that we had I almost asked my husband to drive me to the store to buy her a razor. I looked outside and was like is there a full moon because we have a she wolf amongst us. Oh and the best part she was sporting a ss (sweatshirt) and a pony. Oooh so sexy. Which brings me to another annoyance, Desperate Housewives.... Ok this is going get ugly so all you twigs please follow me so we can fight nightly. :). See being judged isnt nice now is it, too bad I am one messed up diva so I will have some double standards in my blogs. :)
Why do woman of all shapes and sizes snag a husband and go sloppy after. I know you guys think your men like that but trust me they dont. You dont have to go all diva like me, because lets face it I am one sexy phat bitch but do your hair dress nice. SS tshirts and ponies are left to the sleeping room only folks. Man I could vent all night long about stupid people and weight, but for now folks I am going spend some time with my man.
Jaded diva words of wisdom for this Monday night: You dont like me FUCK OFF.