Friday, July 16, 2010

Friday – Confess or Not??

Sorry folks…thought I could spare you my rambling Friday Confessions, but….


Ain’t gonna happen.  Not this week!

Link up with Glamazon and enjoy the release of endorphins as you confess!!

Friday confessional

This week was going fairly well until yesterday.  Yesterday when I withdrew a mere twenty from the ATM, I realized my bank balance had dropped significantly. 

I confess that I had a Mel Gibson kind of moment.  I seriously thought of calling the mother-flucking credit card company and giving them a piece of my Mel-Gibson-psycho-garble.  (I Chase won’t Chase specifically Chase state Chase the Chase name of Chase the Chase company because I have more Chase consideration than Chase that.)

I confess the words I would have liked to have spoken to un-named company went something like this…spoken eloquently by Mel himself….

 Mel: “Alright. You have one more chance, and I mean it.  F*cking go if you want, but I will give you one more chance. [heavy panting…ALOT of heavy panting] You make me want to SMOKE, you f*cked up my day. You care about yourself. I have been so good to you and you f*cking try and destroy me. “

Then I thought about it a moment, and I confess that if I could have just said THIS (another eloquent quote by Mel)…….

 “You need a f*cking bat in the side of the head. Alright, how about that?”

…I would feel a tad bit better.  But then, I confess, that Mel’s words just wouldn’t do because he forgot to call the person/company in question a fucking RATBASTARD, and THAT would be MY WORD!! 

Nevertheless, there was pretty much nothing I could do about the situation, so I just did THIS:


I felt a slight release of the tense-agitated-I-think-I’m-going –to-commit-a-crime feeling, but not quite, so I did THIS….


Feeling defeated.

I confess….

I then did THIS…..

…which totally sucks because I confess that I just DID NOT CARE anymore at that point.  (Let me clarify, I did NOT smoke weed, people,  just a Misty Menthol Ultralight).

You see, we had the garage sale last week, worked our ASSES off to make a few bucks, only to have it taken away….

Just. Like. That.


That’s what I think of the un-named *cough*Chase *cough* credit card company.  And you know I must be really ticked off, because I never ever swear!!  And since I don’t swear, I will let “Agnes” do it for me:



I confess, that last sentence was a fucking lie!!

There.  All better now.  Endorphins released.  Calm has over-come me.  Oh, and I only took one damn Xanax!!  Don’t judge me.  I am only human.


Thank you for letting me confess.  I truly cherish my bloggy life…without you, I would not have this feeling of release right now.  Or maybe I would, but my spouse would pretty much running for his life, and we can’t have that, now can we??


Have an awesome weekend!!



Side note:

Read more about Mel here if you care to…..I’m posting this link up as a courtesy to the site in which I stole/borrowed his quotes (besides the fact that when I copied and pasted the quotes, the link appeared) :


Glamazon said...

Awwww....stupid bank! That totally sucks! You are completely justified in taking stuff is the WORST. Seriously.

Kat said...

I think that totally stinks! Do you know anyone that can make a bomb? Did I just ask that? LMAO!! Sorry...KIDDING for any BIG BROTHER people reading...seriously, that bites big time.

Shell said...

Stupid Chase!

I admit that I am tempted to live on Xanax.

Lourie said...

Chase totally sucks! I don't deal with them anymore. Love your pictures!

Cheeseboy said...

So who are you more angry with, Mel Gibson or the bank? Mel Gibson probably works for that bank!

Aging Mommy said...

Oh my, all that hard work and the money is already gone! Despite the reasons for it I nevertheless enjoyed your rant and the pictures.