this shit is bananas

so here iam, waiting for my husband to come home from yet another deployment. i trust him, but everytime i hear these little whiny bitches at work about how they need something new in thier lives... it makes me wonder... wtf did that bitch do to you? for example, a guy i have been friends with since my entire life (no names) just had a baby with his wife, ok, then he goes and says he needs something new.... THE BROAD JUST HAD YOUR KID, DUMBFUCK, WHAT ELSE YOU WANT? you try shooting out a kid that weighs about 9 fucking pounds and see how you feel if she decides one day to say.. o i need something new, hunny you take care of the baby while i go fuck around. thank GOD my husband hasnt said that. i am holding down a brand new house, a baby girl, the bills, a job, and basically the fucking military at that. if no one appreciates that then i give myself a pat on the back... good job self, im effing proud of you. im the shit and thats all there is to it. my hubby tells me that but seriously... does he mean it.. maybe i do look into things too deeply. my shrink told me guys dont think the way women do... he told me "so you want your husband to think like a woman" ef you dude. im more man than you, you chunky seaman bastard, o whats that, you got shiny shit on your collar and im supposed to respect that? doesnt look like youve ran a PFT in a long fucking time dude, youre well over due. he tried hitting on me by the way... o yea, he found out i was like part native american and totally got off the subject of my inner child and kept talking about my heritage. WHAT IN THE FUCK DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH MY SERIOUS ILLNESS! im trying to figure out why the fuck im there and hes over here talking about different types of tribes and shit i know NOTHING ABOUT, i dunno have you looked in a history book lately? that might help....fucktard... thats my new word, not that new but hey i can use it. by the way i think im a hypocondriact.... i think i have everything in the world and shits just gonna fall apart..... and nothings wrong. o yea working with me is a doosie. i'll have my good days where i'll say nothing to you then the next day you look like shit! go unfuck your uniform Marine! yep, they love me, i keep the work environment ALIVE. something new everyday... people ask how i get so skinny, i like to say its a new thing im trying i seem to like it cause it attracts people in my mind set, try it its called stress. o yea does wonders to your weight. yea yea go try pushing out a kid when your hubbys on deployment and low and behold we go through another deployment and shit hits the fan and im here trying to hold shit together and work sux, and i smoke like an effing chimney and o yea, my maint cheif thinks i dont do shit.... yea go try that on for size bucko cause im sure you'd love it now get the hell away from me before i see something wrong with your uniform and make you unfuck yourself nasty! ok ok im that bad of a person, but hey learn to love yourself with all the flaws you got cause theres only one you and about 10 million others willing to point them out for you so live learn laugh and love why dont ya!