It’s something….

It’s always something, all this fuckery….something…always something.

Financial setbacks….health setbacks, job, life in general….but I guess if it wasn’t for something we wouldn’t have much of a life. Life is a bitch….not for all…some people actually enjoy this shit…life….me personally….I’m tired of it….day in, day out….all the same fuckery…I don’t even wait for shit to happen, waking up…it’s a given…shit will find me.

Tomorrow is the start of tax-free weekend…I am anticipating all kinds of zombie like creatures going nuts over a no tax shopping frenzy….I may soak in Calgon in preparation…..

Randomness….

Though I try to not overshare with new people, I do so with old people….well not really old, but people I see almost daily….anywho…questions keep coming up in the “personal” section….sigh….

No, not married….I totally sucked at it and have no intentions of doing that shit anytime soon, perhaps never. Marriage is the DEVIL.

Yes, I get lonely, and that usually lasts for at most 5 minutes, then I’m good. Besides chocolate makes everything better.

No, not looking for a boyfriend, though I am not a man hater, I just don’t have any use for one. No, not even for “THAT”….

I am busy with work, family and friends….mainly busy with work….

I am not at work to be “courted” and no I’m not giving out my number….

But I do hear some funny shit…..and no matter what they may blather on about…all I really hear is “I’m really attracted to how unavailable you are.”

 

Things ~

 

love…it was madly, truly, deeply and sick and twisted gut wrenching blood curdling ~~ life…it just got sucked out of every pore, yet there is no end to it …death wishes come to taunt and tease understanding of pure evil disguised and wrapped in dogoodiness that isn’t that good sleep, never peaceful never fitfull joy wiped away  pictures found, memories that don’t fit, shouldn’t fit, should be destroyed anvils and albatrosses tears dreams broken spiritless

 

Estupideses~

Some things are better left unsaid … like those times you criticize me. Because really I’ve got you beat, I am already my own worst critic. So shut up already.

You can’t make the same mistake twice. The second time you make it, it’s no longer a mistake, it’s a choice. Yowza, the mirror broke when I told her this. Actually she laughed at me first.

It’s time to stop making the same old mistakes in your life. Get creative. Make some new ones….get ready, get set, GO!!!!!!!!!!!!

I couldn’t care less, but I’m working on it. Working on it really hard, so damn hard I can’t sleep, my appetite is down, yay for the little things, I’ve actually dropped a pound. I want to celebrate this milestone with cake.

If all else fails, lower your standards. Standards…what have you done for me lately????

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