Writer, Artist, and Recovering 80s Hair Spray Addict
Oh Depression, you sly fucking devil. I give you credit – you figured out a way to get to me this time around. Sneak attack. I know you were behind these recent events. You paralyze my reason. I’ve been living in a zombified haze of my normal self. I should have known you were holding the puppet strings, Depression. You make me hate myself and instantly regret things as they happen. I hate regrets, almost as much as I hate you. I feel so stupid for the things I’ve said…
Read MoreOn St. Patrick’s Day, everyone is Irish and to celebrate, I put together a mixtape playlist of 17 tunes by Irish Punk Rock themed bands!
Read MoreOne of the most confusing and annoying things I’ve had to wrap my brain around since leaving the gritty and corrupt world of the strip club is how Queen Bee went from being my BFF to my enemy. I’ll never forget when Queen Bee and I first met. The club had just opened the doors to a day shift; I was only a house mom, working night shift. Queen Bee fluttered into the dressing room as I was setting up my stuff for the night girls. We exchanged…
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