I'm On My Comma: The Sequel. in Current Events

The saga, or should I just say faga at this point, continues. After dinner, I needed to meal prep for the rest of the work week and I did not have falafels. I ended up going to three different stores to find some. I was so irritable about not finding everything in one spot. Walmart was one of the places I went to and while I was there I grabbed a new pillow so that I could have a better sleep tonight. The cheap ones I have been using for the last couple of weeks can go in the trash. I’m princess and the pea. Some pretty little blonde thing stormed past me and he almost bumped into me. Aggressively. I don’t know what came over me but I put my Bible on my nightstand. I literally had to bite my tongue I almost went off on that kid. I wanted him to swing at me, I wanted to cave his knees in. Hit me, I don’t care. I want to feel pain. I wanted to cause a scene. I wanted to be all up in his grill but I had one fuck to give and I composed myself.

I was fuming for the rest of the evening. I wanted to fight a bitch. I wanted to beak off at everyone. I wanted a cigarette, a bottle of whiskey and a pretty little blonde for the night. Like, who am I?! I made my damn Pitas and I’m about to go to bed.

I checked the current planetary transits and there isn’t anything in there for me. Maybe I just need to get laid? That’s never my answer to anything. The question I have had for myself for a while now is What in the root chakra blockage is going on!? I can’t even feel my orgasms, barely. I need to ice myself out or something. Reiki? Yoga?

Seriously though, a part of me just doesn’t want to care anymore. Just smoke a cigarette, smoke a ham, get drunk, get high, and get laid. Just do whatever I want when I want to. Shave my head, fuck beauty. Get the tattoos I wish I had, who cares! Just be 20 again. Just tell anyone and everyone off. Be a menace. Who cares how it makes them feel? I have a sharp wit and a sharp tongue. Laser precision. Why ruin a bitches day when you can ruin their whole life? Somebody cross me! Please! I want to hurt and be hurt!

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Melodrama over. I don’t know what demon possessed me.