It's been a suck week (or six) and though I have a bazillion and three blogs bouncing around in my head, nothing seems to want to come out in any coherent fashion. With trying to find work (that I am physically capable of performing); school chaos (which is FINALLY coming to fruition); fighting with Kiks; trying to help Mimi with her blog; AND trying to maintain my own blog, grow my readership, and acquire advertisers... Woooo-wee, gurrl...
I am about give out..
Then I have Whackbag Wanda from the next apartment over knocking and knocking and knocking on my damned door 37 (literally - no, I am dead serious!) times a day. It's a wonder I have not gone bat-shit, monkey-fuckin', street-rat crazy...
Someone sent me the following meme. While I ♥ memes, I hate tagging people with them. So if you'd like - cut and paste and do your own... If not, I am sure you know how to roll it and where to stick it.
Enjoy my mindless ramblings...
THE ABCs OF ME
A – ADVOCATE FOR: Being fucking real. I hate pretension. I hate bullshit. Be you or be gone.
B – BEST FEATURE: What the fuck am I? A car? My Glovebox??? Cuz we know it aint my Trunk!
C – COULD DO WITHOUT: All the bullshit, chaos, and catastrophe that is my life. (I'm working on it.)
D – DREAMS & DESIRES: Peace - my own. Not world peace. Not feed the children. Not cure cancer. I am not buying the world a fucking Coke. I just would like a moment. Just one. And a nap.
E – ESSENTIAL ITEMS: I've learned that there is truly nothing essential in this life. Sustenance is important; but most other things are relative. There's really nothing - besides the obvious - that I couldn't live without. Things I would miss, sure. But very little is truly a matter of life and death.
F – FAVORITE PAST TIME: You mean other than bitching? I used to love to dance, when I had feel that functioned properly... Love anything creative... What is the point in doing something if you are not creating and leaving your mark on the world? I can't stand to just ass the couch and stare at the boob tube...
G – GOOD AT: Usually a great cook; a decent writer; a good listener; and I am terribly entertaining.
H – HAVE NEVER TRIED: Skydiving. And I want to...badly.
I – IF I HAD A MILLION DOLLARS: You'd never see me again.
J – JUNKIE FOR: Coffee. My body FUH-reaks out without caffieine. Not cute.
K – KINDRED SPIRIT: That's mine. They know who they are.
L – LITTLE KNOWN FACT: I'm actually terribly, painfully shy.
M – MEMORABLE MOMENT: Getting a callback for RENT. Of course my dumb ass went into panic mode and didn't actually GO back - but I got the call, at least...
N – NEVER AGAIN WILL I: fall in love.
O – OCCASIONAL INDULGENCE: I don't indulge in much of anything. Maybe that's part of my problem.
P – PROFESSION: Mad Hatter; Artist
Q – QUOTE: "Sometimes you meet yourself on the road before you have a chance to learn the appropriate greeting. Faced with your own possibilities, the hard part is knowing a speech is not required. All you have to say is yes." ~ Pearl Cleage
R – REASON TO SMILE: The fact that my fro is finally getting long enough to rock a Baby Moz...
S – SORRY ABOUT: not much. It all leads to where you are. It's all part of the journey.
T -THINGS THAT ARE WORRYING YOU RIGHT NOW: School and my successes therein. But this list could go on for days... I worry to much. There's a reason I have an ulcer.
U – UNINTERESTED IN: People, for the most part. Most make me want to vomit, scream, or stick my head in the oven (preferrably gas).
V – VERY SCARED OF: No comment. Never tell someone your fears. It gives them power over you.
W – WORST HABITS: Temper- Temper. I am a Cajun blooded redhead afterall...
X – X MARKS MY IDEAL VACATION SPOT: New Orleans. New Orleans. New Orleans. Of course if I ever get back there, it will no longer be a vacay spot because I would never leave again...
Y – YUMMIEST DESSERT: I have a huge hard-on for cinnamon toast (is that a desert?) - or peach yogurt.
Z – ZODIAC SIGN: Cancer. Yeah, I'm a crabby ol' bitch.
What are the ABCs of you?