I'm tired.

I'm tired of fighting for someone who won't fight for me.
I'm tired of hearing the same shit over and over from people who don't take their own advice.
I'm tired of not being able to sleep.
I'm tired of having to take meds just to function.
I'm tired of being taken advantage of. 
I'm tired of being around people who don't even like me.

Do you realize that I used the same rhetorical device that MLK Jr did?
Of course his was about social injustice and mine is just a bunch of bitching and whining. I highly doubt that mine will stand the test of time for that reason. 

So. 
Fuck the negativity. I'm going to list things I'm thankful for.
1. A job.  I've been without and I don't wanna go back there.
2. My kids. They're smart, funny and they love their mama.
3. My bonus baby. He's so damn cool.
4. Caffeine. Nuff said.
5. New socks.  I'm a maaaajor sock whore.  Good thing my pimp-daddy pays me in socks,  huh? 
6. My bestie's sister. I really need to plan a road trip.
7. My tatas.  Seriously, they are magnificent. Bwahaha
8. My blog. It's a great outlet when shit gets too real.
9. My silent editor. He doesn't pull punches and he doesn't hate me despite hearing all of the same friggin chaos for YEARS now. He's the bomb dot com with a fuckin upgrade the likes of which no one can touch. (Yes,  Mr. Awesome-pants, you should be number 1. I'll make that up to you later.)
10. Cherry candy. Cherry Jolly ranchers, cherry sours, cherry jelly beans. Dammit, I've got to order some now that I've figured out what I really want in life.
11. Needles to poke holes in my body. I have yet to heal my second daith completely, but I'm thinking I want an industrial piercing. And a couple of other assorted piercings.
12. Daith piercings. Seriously fuckers,  my migraines are sooooooooooo much better now.
13. Lucky 13.... Friday the 13th this month.  It's always been my lucky day.
14. Chuck Taylor All star converse.  
15. The good ice. 
16. The best ice breaker story ever.  Doesn't translate to a blog though.  Sorry... 
17. My coworkers.  They seriously rock.  Except the ones that suck.  But I'm not telling you who they are.  
18. Audio books. Saving my life on the daily. 
19. Beer.  Don't start with me,  foo.. I know you're gonna call me a snob. 
20. Purple. Clothes,  lipstick, jewelry, eyeliner,  paint.  Just purple. 

And now I'm going to try and go to bed with a smile on my face rather than the exhaustion that my negative whiney rant would have perpetuated.

You can go now,  but Namaste...
C.D.

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