Well happy weekend humans! It’s been a fairly decent, rollercoaster-of-moodswings (as usual) kind of day. And while the incessant shit-show that construes my mind was not meant to be the focal point of this post, I thought you know what? Let’s do something different.
So in lieu of a 2,500 word post- whose purpose may so easily be lost and buried beneath piles of witty rubble, run-on sentences (you’re currently stuck in one like virtual quicksand my friend) and an unjustifiable use of profanity/slang/FYI’s/side-notes- I thought a more illustrative glimpse of my questionable mental state from the inside out would be loads of glittery, sparkling fun!
But first let me just emphasize on the above paragraph. You see, the way my brain is set up, I’m habitually seeking any fragment of an opportunity to back myself up against a wall with my own words. And I do it with the sole purpose of creating a chain-reaction where I now also have the opportunity to swoop in and save myself from myself.
So I’ll just say this.
I DO tend to write posts that are wordier than some can deal with. I do poison my posts with unnecessary extra-ness every chance I get, which is every time my double-jointed fingers touch my motherfucking keyboard. I’m aware. But this is what makes me, ME. I am witty. I am fluent in Sarcasm. I actually do (regrettably so) speak like a cowboy-ish-truck driver high on meth. I do LOVE caps, italics and bolds because God accidentally poured all of his “oomph” supply into me while he was whipping me up and I am consequently emotionally, mentally, spiritually, physically- extra in every sense of the word.
So let it be known that when I log in to WP, what I see is an astronomical blank canvas. What I see is liberation. What I experience is an escape. I do not see any bushes to beat around. So if I can’t come on here, and be myself in my rawest, realest, purest form then I would be accomplishing abso-fucken-lutely N.A.D.A.
I mean. I just don’t do fake honey.
Now. Since I’m clearly feeling extra “extra” today, I took some of my otherwise perfectly wasted, insomnia-engulfed time to use and made a compilation of GIF’S for you. Consider this a summarized representation of my daily psychological struggles. Consider this a metaphorical front-row seat to the world’s greatest circus. My brain being the circus tent. And I’m not responsible for what happens inside. So I hope you have health insurance.