It's been something, but I'm gonna bounce now. Be good, do good, god bless, go Bills.
Way too many of my relationships seem to rely on me being the most understanding, not being a bother, not being bothered, and accepting that which I would never casually expect others to be okay with. I think I'm a sucker, I don't think that this means I'm a good person, I think it means I'm a god damn sucker.
And if I do mind, then I just lose out completely.
Yeah, I am the sucker.
Flies with honey, flies with honey, flies with honey, offer honey... Like a fucking mantra. Bite my tongue to stop the rage, wishing I could spew it like boiling hot blood, the blood on their hands. Instead, swallow it down and offer honey, patience, fortitude.
I will never fucking forgive you.
I like to do a big chop to my hair in May or June. It feels so nice to not have hair on the back of my neck when I'm out moving soil, planting, or just doing general work outside (this year the deck needs to be stained). The style is like a naturally curly 1930s long bob haircut.
Something about treating my "beauty" like it should also function well for me seems to get up the twats of Boomer women and I can only guess as to a few reasons why. It offends them enough that I climb ladders, build scaffolding, and outwork their sons on a regular basis. Maybe choosing to cut my locks is too close to their childhood environment of women working in factories and chopping off their "peek-a-boo" hair to work more safely around those machines.
Veronica Lake, I am not, and I cannot help you sort through these emotions while your fat white ass parks on that couch all day. Your ability to retain new information is on par with your bone density so I think this a losing battle but anyway, where I come from: Those who can, should.
If I can do something, I will do it regardless of my gender or what dumbass rules you feel the need to follow. I get it, your work ethic starts and stops with complaining that no one wants to do it any more, but that's just not me.
So my hair FEELS nice and I think it LOOKS just fine and it will grow back. I am not going to set myself up with the mentality that my hair defines my beauty OR femininity, because things like hair can quickly become luxuries in the face of real life. When a close friend lost her hair to cancer, I saw her in a whole new light, brave and beautiful. I know that if she could weigh in she'd only say one thing: "What a twatwaffle."
They're having a thing today that combines white people's idea of Cinco De Mayo and the Kentucky Derby and they're calling it: Cinco De Derby. Fifth of Derby. Not Dos De Mayo Derby, not even Dos De Derby because, frankly, they're just a bunch of MAGA folks and knowing that would be too woke or something.
These same folks accuse others of intellectual elitism and I'm like, damn, I am not that bright and even I cannot lower the bar enough to keep these people from feeling inferior. It's hard out here, it's hard.
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gotta look at the "genius" leading them with his perfect scores 3 times on his "IQ" dementia screening cognitive test that he lies about the questions on. I have a daughter and pedopotus felon47 should not be in the White House.
LOL him bragging about those tests is so pathetic
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