My boyfriend always says I'm going to end up getting jumped one day while taking a leisurely stroll around my neighborhood because I talk (or write, as it were) so much shit about everyone. The way I see it, I either type my bitterness away, or start collecting a fleet of drug mules to chain up and torture in my basement. Blogging seems to be the safer, and most legal, bet for me at this time. So if you want to read about people I hate at the flea market, county fairs, work and home (my boyfriend can be a real nozzle), then you might like my blog. Also, I can't cook and don't believe in God, so if you're looking for typical Mommy Blogger recipes and Bible-humping, wrong blog.