Like Kisha, I generally try to be a happy person, and I uber-hate confrontations. But sometimes rainbows and fucking glitter have to take a backseat to fire and brimstone and the half-evil side of me coming out (Mr Realist thinks I need a 333 tattoo). It's why I'm
romantically involved with Kisha. I save up some nuggets of brimstone and tongues of flame, and let them all go on Mondays. It's a perfect fucking day to bitch. Mondays suck most of the time.
Ya know, LDs, today I don't have much to bitch about. I haven't gotten much sleep, so I'm kind of punchy; I finished my video for the contest today (nothing like a little procrastination to get the bloods flowing); my throat hurts because, apparently, I snored like a mothafucka the last two nights; and I'm just kind of indifferent.
I'm waiting for my friend Lord Mark to get done "making my video awesome." O, LDs, that thought kind of scares me, and I'm not allowed to see it until it's complete. :)
So, are you bitchy today? Share with your Ms D. She's a listener.
Heepwah, and be safe out there.