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Yeah, I don’t even know what to title this…

Ha, what a difference a day makes! 

The original title of this post was: This blog is brought to you by the letter B and the number P as in Pinot Grigio.

Partly (mostly), because I was blitzed on some when I wrote it, and then somehow forgot to post it.   Read on…

I want to bare my soul right now, but I can’t.

What the hell do you do when your moral core contradicts your heart?  When you see the fairy tale ending, but you’re the Wicked Witch of the West in the story?

Am I expecting a house to fall on me any minute now?  Absofuckinglutely.  Do I want to do anything about it?   Ansofuckinglutely NOT.

Why am I not allowed to be happy?  I’ve thought this many times over the past few days as this little line plays in my head: “My happiness is more important to me than yours”.  While it’s a bitch ass thing to say, it’s nothing but the truth.

Shit, who’s gonna worry about me and my feelings and my heart and my life if not myself?  That’s right, a whole lotta no one.

So to those of you who feel the need to run your mouth and talk your shit, I say this:  Keep talking, bitches,  you have no life.  Kiss my fucking sweet ass.  =)  ahahaha, you wish you fking could.

/drunken/dramatic rambles.

So, most of the sentiment remains the same: “You don’t like me?  Kiss my ass!”  I’ma do me & you can do you. 

But oh, fuck!  I let my feelings get the best of me.  This includes anger and irrantional…impatience.  Or something of the sorts. 

Anyfuckingway…I’ve neglected this place long enough.  Partly because of time constraints, mostly because I’m conscious about who reads it.  But then, I read this awesome post by Shine over at http://www.ishineoutloud.com/shine/  Go ahead, click the link!!!  (I know only like, three people read this blog and all, but two of you really need to read her last particular blog because she said everything I needed to say just so much better and the third one of you needs to go read her posts because she’s full of awesome). 

So now that you’re back, know that if you stumble on here and read something that hurts your feelings or you take personally or just puts your panties all in a twist, too fucking bad.

I’m me.  The same spazzy, foul-mouthed, emotional, insensitive, selfish, narcissitic drama queen you know and love.  You can like me or love me; you can try to hate me; but I’ma be me.

Besitos ;)

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10 Responses to “Yeah, I don’t even know what to title this…”

  • bethany says:

    If nothing else, Wicked showed that even the Wicked Witch had a story behind her… that’s one of the reasons I hope Tim Burton gets to make and fully realize Malefecent.

    I don’t know you well enough to know what you’re talking about… but, I think there’s a freeing sense of what you’re doing. I wish I could, but I choose to walk my certain path because it helps the person I care most about in this world. If he wasn’t a consideration, I’d say a few things to a few people that would make their worlds crumble.
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    Pecosa Reply:

    I need to make it a point to watch Wicked.

    See, the thing is I started blogging as a venting tool. So when I realized I was holding back to avoid hurting certain people or be judged by others, I was like “oh, hell no!” So yes, it’s freeing and I’m sure it will feel amazing to be able to be myself on here again.

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  • LOTNorm says:

    Ramblings are more often than not incoherent, this one was not.

    Also, you got my panties in a twist and it hurts my feelings… “feelings” is what I call my “business”.

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    Pecosa Reply:

    Normy, you’re one of the few that can make sense of my ramblings.

    And quit being a baby. It was just a little wedgie…not an atomic one.

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    LOTNorm Reply:

    Little wedgies hurt, too.

    “Little Wedgies” is the name of my pop-up, auto-biographical eroticomic.

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    Pecosa Reply:

    Pop-up, auto-biographical eroticomic?

    Um, yeah, you’re gonna have to send me an autographed copy of that once you get it published.

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    LOTNorm Reply:

    Yes, as soon as it’s available; you’ll get one.

    That would be a good idea. Maybe I need to get on that.

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  • Cassie says:

    My panties ARE in a bunch, but that has nothing to do with you and everything to do with the fact that I just got finished exercising…lol

    I’m with you…don’t like me, fuck off!!!

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    Pecosa Reply:

    Lol…girl, you gotta get yourself some of those “won’t ride up” type.

    I know you are, and I love that about you. It’s awesome.

    By the way, did you find out what was making that noise in the bushes???

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    Cassie Reply:

    yep, coyotes! But they left me alone, so all is good with the world. lol

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