One third of us are under extreme stress and are probably fixin' to blow!
Apparently, hearing that Americans are stressed the hell out is shocking to some.
What the fuck ever. A bitch thinks that one third number is fucking low.
Golly, I wonder for whence the stress comes…
Well, the economy may be growing but paychecks are on a starvation diet…the nation is neck deep in a multi-front war with the Bush administration making calf eyes at another military confrontation with Iran…our schools aren’t educating the youth…violent crime is up…the cost of fuel is through the roof…my generation views Social Security in the same light in which we view the floppy disk…health care has become such a luxury a bitch expects to find it listed in the Neiman Marcus Holiday catalogue…the drought and those fires…the work still undone to clean up from those hurricanes and that flood…people can’t keep their house, afford a house, heat a house or furnish a house…and just about everyone running for office sounds like they are running in some other country where the milk is flavored with honey and dawgs shit rent money daily.
Add to that the regular life shit…my stress over my volunteer work, the fact that my body is falling the fuck apart and my uterus has declared war, and don’t get me started about Miss SisterGirl Cabrio showing her ‘I need an oil change’ ass...cough…Theo and Betsey dawg-based walk guilt, the bills upon bills upon bills…gasp…the cost of 1% organic milk and…
Lawd, have mercy...I think I can feel my Afro going white.
Fuck it, nothing to do but do…
In the win-ter, in the sum-mer,
Don't we have fun,
Times are bum and get-ting bum-mer,
Still we have fun
There's nothing sur-er,
The rich get rich and the poor get high blood pressure
In the mean-time, In be-tween time,
Ain't we got fun!?