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 MoreOver the course the past week, along with just about losing my mind, I’ve almost felt like giving up, giving in and snapping. This is the result of too many things being piled on all at once from work and my car breaking down – then being told by the mechanics my car is a deathtrap. Add onto that crap, dealing with a leaky ceiling in my apartment and having slumlords for property management. Come to think of it that’s the least of my worries at this point. Welcome to the first shit storm…
Read MoreI used to take great pride in and loved to brag about my “strip club immune system of steel” – that came to a screeching halt when I got sick last week. I’m guessing it’s because I don’t have that constant exposure anymore to all the crazy germs and viruses out there. Let’s face it, there are no sick days or paid leave for strippers, or anyone for that matter working in the adult entertainment industry. Girls would show up to work sick, coughing and sneezing all over the place.…
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