A bitch is fucking exhausted…depressed…disgusted…and I just looked at the fucking date and realized I’m probably going to take this monster funk right into the sorta-holiday.
Fuck a duck!
'Tis almost gift-giving-frenzification day and my Afro is deflated, y’all.
I’ve been thinking about resolutions for 2010 and I’ve decided to make some.
Shark-fu’s 2010 Resolutions
I resolve to keep on keeping it real. Social justice is my work and my personal mission…so, even though being a social justice activist is a major motherfucking downer right now…and even though it feels like folks are pissing in my Corn Flakes from all sides…I’m all in.
Fuck it…they call it a struggle for a reason.
I resolve to continue practicing the fine art of bitchitude.
This February I will celebrate…celebrate?...yeah fuck it all, celebrate five years of blogging.
A lot has changed for the better in five years and a lot has been revealed to be teetering on the brink of absolute fubarity. But I know, deep in my core, that being an activist who blogs is the right thing to do and the right way to do it.
I resolve to finish damn my book proposal before the end of the year.
Yeah, I know that’s not exactly a New Years resolution…but fuck it, I’m resolving it anyway!
And I resolve to take better care of myself (wink).
This past year I’ve given up sleep…evenings…weekends…mornings…one-on-one time with my dawgs…social time with friends and family…all of that shit for a fight that is far from over.
I take comfort from the knowledge that I’m not the only one…that, even as I wallow in a vat of extreme weltschmerz, there are so many people working hard as hell to make this world a better place.
After a few days off I’ll be re-energized enough to recommit…
…and recommit is exactly what I’ll do.
Because the one thing I did right was the day I started to fight, y’all!
Oh hell yes, they are still on the prize.
You can bet your ass it’s raised high toward the sky…
***logs off to piddle the dawgs, tend to a seriously deflated Afro and get the day started***