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Good day folks….
I admit it, I have become more of a perfectionist these last days… or so my trusty bath guy tells me.
This was part of our Thursday conversation today, I mean beside how he doesn't get women and why can they just shut up and look pretty… why are they so difficult…blah blah blah… on his defense you ladies can sometimes be a pain in the buttocks; I mean when a man such as me is tempted to maybe sway and go gay, is because there’s a problem with you guys… the only thing stopping me is mentally seeing 2 bearded guys kiss each other….ouacala! as my Mexican friends would say…
but all of the above apart, the Prima Donna of my bath guy was hissing because I asked him to center the lift sling I use to get out of bed…He remarked that lately I have been a bit more demanding on little things like that…. Oh I’m sorry you f_ing moron, I love to be seated crooked on my chair! What the hell? If asking them to do shit right is a perfectionist, I will gladly and proudly wear that name…obviously, I didn't say anything to him except that it was perhaps my illness doing this, and he agreed adding that as I lose strength I become more demanding because I am no longer in control of anything…let alone my body…f_ing bitch, just shut up and look pretty okay?!
Take care folks…
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