This Post is Going to Make Me Sound Like a Bitch - And I'm Fine With That.


Sometimes I feel like my hormones are being controlled by two guardian angel divas that both don't like me and secretly talk about me behind my back, or on my shoulder.  Seriously, I can't seem to shake my crabbiness.  I get irritated off of shit that really wouldn't be even a 1/3 as bad if I took up more herbal past times.
Speaking of herbal past times, I had my cousin break down the difference between the regular 4/20 and the type that has you mentally blending in with your furniture.  I mean, it wasn't a big deal for me pulling in the vapors of happiness back when I was in my early 20s, but now I feel like I just don't want to smell like it, I'd rather be "happy-productive" than "happy-knocked the fuck out while the clock ticks away and makes me a day older with stinky breath".  

Music is the only thing that really calms my nerves, but my playlist game is about the same as Cousins taking the lead on the Redskins' offense.  And if you don't know what I mean, just look at their record this season.  

That's my truth.   I'm lost in "Fuck Everybody Universe" desperately trying to locate an exit.  I just want to punch a old lady in the knee caps right above her corrective socks.  I don't even know if there is such a thing as corrective socks, but I'm sure I just jinxed myself for 2050 when my Social Security and AARP membership will be on deck.  I'll be coming out of my health care building and somebody with boots made out of steel or something 2050-ish will probably kick my knee caps inside out.  

It's all good tho.   I accept my negativity at the moment.  It's called being a real human.  All you "happy-all-the-time" internet people can kiss a Port-A-Potty toilet.  


Rude-tastically Yours,

La Doodlebug  


PS:  My song called "The World Doesn't Need A Hug, It Needs A Vibrator" will be dropping on iTunes for Inauguration Day.  #YourWelcomeDammit

ALL THAT SHIT BELOW IS NOT ME!!!!!




MAN.  Sometimes finding yourself is one of the hardest things to accomplish in life.  We play roles that we feel make sense at the time, many roles we fill are permanent ones as well....but nothing is worse than filling a role that you know deep down was never meant for you in the first place.


GROWING PAINS ARE A BITCH.  And so are some of the folk who have inspired the content that will follow this post.

  
What I meant by the title of this post is that I personally don't give one 1/2 of a desirable SHIT STAIN about most of the details of these celebs.  I care about as much as a person that is more inspired by dope shit like getting fucked doing a handstand or making Hennessy come out of your nose without needing to visit Urgent Care.


So while I am interested in some of the famous people crap... (I love how I put that)...


I am NOT interested in "keeping up with the Joneses" of all their stupid business.  Like, OMG you have no idea how much I don't give a flaming Young Thug feminine F**K!!!!


((Long deep sigh))  That felt kind of good to write.  It did.


(thought i'd give a little forehead action...)

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