A bitch is currently fighting some kind of malaise.
I’m probably just tired from over work and disgusted because I spend too much time involved in all things political and all things political have been breaking a bitch’s heart and crushing my soul and blah followed by blah followed by blah.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck it, fuck it and another fuck!
I think I’ve caught Apathy Robustus Political Dissatisfactionitis.
But I’ve got work to do!
A bitch can’t afford to catch Apathy Robustus Political Dissatisfactionitis!
I need a cleanse…some kind of emotional flush that doesn’t actually result in hours upon or dangling over a toilet.
Okay, okay….okay, okay, okay.
Tonight I'll dine on some yummfied chicken pot pie…enjoy a few vodka crans…and polished the evening off with a screening of Eyes on the Prize.
That should shake it.
After all, the one thing we did right is the day we started to fight...