Life isn't a bitch. It's a pimp. And I'm getting slapped. in Glacial Eyes

Tink
Out of the park.
A home run.
The grand slam.
With an almost satisfying thud I hit the ground.
There I go....Lesson learned. Never! Be careful thinking that things are looking up, cuzzzz you might look up, and be met with with an unforgivingly hard aluminum bat. ahem at least metaphorically speaking.
There’s some comedy to be found about opening an account for anonymous fearless expression; just to be given news so awful you don’t feel comfortable even telling it to your own shadow.

Ever been so exasperated that you laugh about your problems, and then think,

“oh shit, I’m actually going coco for cocoa puffs”. (Textbook insanity seems to coming right in.)

I’m cursing at everything. I feel like mushu from Mulan right now. Dishonor! Dishonor on you, Dishonor on your family…

The optimistic part of me I’ve been working on is saying “Hey, it’s not so bad. Look at you! taking it in stride and making jokes. You’re lucky, I’m sure if you hadn’t dealt with as many hardships as you did in life, you would have a panic attack or something right now!”.

That guy is an absolute idiot. If I was lucky I wouldn’t be dealing with shit in the first place.

Last updated July 08, 2019