Blogging about Blogging, Soul-Searching Rants, Witty Rants

Wrecking Ball

There's this wall. This brick wall. It's like, as tall/long/wide whatever as that wall in China. Look Susan, I am NOT turning to google to fact-check whether that wall still exists but I can only imagine it must because that shit would take forever to knock down and then another 67 forevers to clean up… Continue reading Wrecking Ball

Deep Into The Foxhole, Lifestyle Rants, Witty Rants

The Little Worker Bee That Could

Have you ever felt...trapped? Trapped by yourself, trapped by others, trapped by your circumstances, trapped by your fears and your inhibitions, trapped by nothing that you didn't create for yourself to begin with? I feel fucking trapped. And I can finally at least say it or write it "out loud" without giving a damn about… Continue reading The Little Worker Bee That Could

Witty Rants

Carousel of Fuckeries

I'm alive. I'm not quitting my blog. Ok that's all the explanation I'll be gifting everyone about my absence. And now, without further ado ladies and gents.... a throwback of last months' seemingly endless fuckeries. Last month, there was a portion of my so-called life that lasted about 2 weeks or so that can be… Continue reading Carousel of Fuckeries

Witty Rants

Left Boob Bitchings: The Sequel

Let's not even beat around the bush here. I've got a rant. And I'm all giddy and flusterfucked about it....yet at the same time, not really. An odd concoction of emotions, right?! But also? There needs to be some tangy, fruity alcoholic drink named The Giddy Flusterfuck or just, The Ely. That'll get you drunk… Continue reading Left Boob Bitchings: The Sequel

Witty Rants

Hello Emotional Instability?… It’s Me… Ely. I Miss You.

These past few weeks. Man. Guys. Ladies? Children of all ages? (Here the fuck we go...let the circus of words begin!) I Just have to tell you. But first I just have to tell you that this isn't a rap song or a poem. I'm just pacing myself here so that I can somehow try… Continue reading Hello Emotional Instability?… It’s Me… Ely. I Miss You.

Health/Beauty/Fitness/Dieting Rants, Humor, Witty Rants

What The Health Is Goin’ On Here?!

Hiiiii!!!! If you're wondering if I'm THIS obnoxious in person, the answer is YES, yes I am. And if you're wondering if this post is going to be a rant about that documentary "What the Health?" the answer is no, no it's not. But since I'm already in so deep anyways, let me just say… Continue reading What The Health Is Goin’ On Here?!

Letters, Witty Rants

The Break-Up Letter of the Century

Dear Starbucks; Sigh. Hey sexy. It's me. I know I know! You've been worried about me. Another year vanished into non-existence and a new year has graced us and yet, you haven't seen or heard from me in a good 2, going on 3 weeks now? Geez. Did you wonder if I was dead by… Continue reading The Break-Up Letter of the Century

Deep Rants, Soul-Searching Rants

The Lonely Rose: The Birth of A Writer

It was my second grade year. Banyan Elementary School. I still live close by and it never fails- the tiny little blondish see-through hairs on my arms stand up every time I pass the small school yard that once seemed to stretch further than the Pacific Ocean. And every single time, I think of that… Continue reading The Lonely Rose: The Birth of A Writer

Humor, Lifestyle Rants, Witty Rants

Thirsty-For-A-Rant-Thursday: A Biblical Boob Bitching

It's Thirsty Thursday ya'll! Who's thirsty for a rant?! [Confession] I admit it. I just made this Thursday thing up in light of my horrid time management skills because this post was supposed to be ready for WTF is on yo mind Wednesday but that clearly didn't happen and rants can't just marinate on the… Continue reading Thirsty-For-A-Rant-Thursday: A Biblical Boob Bitching

Witty Rants

In Which I Consider Selling My Son To The Black Market

When I was pregnant with my son, I felt like I was floating on a marshmallow cloud of motherly bliss. I had already been blessed with my perfect little princess and I also had a beautiful stepdaughter but I wanted my handsome little prince more than anything I had ever wanted in my life. Life… Continue reading In Which I Consider Selling My Son To The Black Market