meh.

I will never play the victim. but every once in awhile I get a glimpse of what it could be like if I ever did. FUCK THAT.

summertime...and the livings easy...

So this summer pretty much blew the big one. It's going by in a over 100 degree school and work filled daze. A lot of money worries and a lot of boredom. The biggest thing to happen this solstice is the death of my beloved Michael Jackson. I am still shocked and so saddened by the tragic ending to my childhood idol. A little over a month later I can only barely grasp what this means.

Living in a world without Michael is like living in a world without magic. Like living in a world without color. He was ingrained into popular cultures fabric. He shaped an entire generation. He wrote fucking 'Thriller'. When I was a kid I don't remember really listening to much besides Michael. I will not address the accusations that lead to his extreme sadness. I don't believe he could hurt a fly, let alone a child. All I know is that MJ is gone and that is soooo very wrong. he never got a second chance to be the performer he should be remembered for.

In a couple of months I will be rounding out 2 years without sex. I wish I could say that I really missed it and wanted it...but...nope. Men have taken such a sideline that they are basically unneeded at this juncture. I just be bothered trying to care about you. I have to much going on right now.

some Leo for your day.

wow.

I can't imagine anyone wants to read me pishing about the day to day shit that grinds my ass to the bone...we'll see. I refuse to accept that I have allergies when clearly...I have allergies.