So, during my alone time with my brain, I finally determined the perfect woman for me. After months of scientific testing and research, I came to this answer: My ideal woman is Barbie. Wait, hear me out. We would have to add a vagina of course, but here is why. 1st, she is always happy. 2nd, she likes pets, so I could have puppies and kitties. 3rd, she has to have crazy money. I mean, she has all those cars and multiple houses and shit. She could be my sugar momma while I finish school. I would gladly drive a pink corvette or jeep, if I had unlimited funds to buy cigars and any other cool shit that I wanted. So, there you go, I need to marry Barbie. My thinking is flawless and cannot be disputed. It could work, now I just need to set up like in Weird Science to make it work. Let the mad scientist shit begin!
Rage, misery and stabby, oh my! Rage, fueling my days and nights. My trigger is quick right now. I know the cause and am trying to overcome it, but still struggling with it. The issue is that my monkeys are feeling the brunt of it sometimes. I am quicker to punish them when they misbehave or don't listen. But they are 3 and 6, they aren't gonna listen all the time and they are gonna act up. It's that my patience is running low right now. Not fair to them and I am fighting to make sure that I keep it to a minimum.
Misery, a great fucking song by Gallows, I completely feel it. I am at my core, a happy and positive person, but I am also not running away from those feelings of sadness and anger and facing them head on to try and over come and stay happy and even.
Stabby, I feel it, not only daily, but at times, hourly also. It has become synonymous with focus. My focus is sharp as ever, just not always in the right place.
To sum up: marry Barbie, try not to kick the shit out of the next person who crosses me, love misery as much as she loves me, stay stabby in the right way and have some tacos. I love tacos.
Good Karma, Long Ashes and Stabbily Aggro days to you all!
Shing
12/09
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