Disclaimer: There will be no hyperlinks, videos, tik toks, etc., in this post. I’m truly speaking to power here. If you choose to read further, you’ll hear me. I hope.
If you are reading this right now, it means you love me. You still read my random musings even though you are my ONLY follower, which means you check for me. If you know what “check for me” means, then it means you know me and you know where i’m from.
And lately, especially as I approach the half century mark (*yeah you snickering, coven of bitch-witches I’m damn near 50 so y’all guessed wrong! ) there is absolutely no time for the bullshit.
Sorry Mommy: Excuse Me For Being Rude.
Fuck punctuation. spelling. convention. grammar. usage. all the things a writer, particularly one who wants to be successful should adhere to.
WHY? YOU MAY ASK BUT NOT REALLY CARE.
BECAUSE it’s been months since I’ve written ANYTHING. I’m working a job I love yet loathe. It’s the craziest thing because it took me too long to get here. I’m too old to start over. Especially after what it took to get here. And I’m done running.
I JUST REALIZED I SHOULD GET TO THE FUCKING POINT ! (Sorry mommy)
I’m stubborn. Jealous. Intuitive. Loyal. When I think I see the same qualities in someone, I can’t help it, I latch. People like us are hard to find so when I do…
It’s the Scorpion in me.
The air was dense this morning. Thick and ominous.
Something was hiding, no, waiting in dark corners to pounce;
a shadow monster
ready to destroy you.
Most days detente
but not today.
And so I’m doing it-afraid as fuck but I’m doing it.
I catch YOU off guard.