Keep Calm
I don't know why, but I'm having a "fuck you" kind of manic moment right now. And it's barely Wednesday. Stress has already fucked up my body enough this week. I thought it had already caught up with me, but I guess that bitch is still hounding. I thought maybe my allergies would ease the fuck up, but that's not happening. I can't put my finger on it. I think I need some headphones and a quiet spot. Or maybe some more booze. Ugh, I don't know. Maybe I should just get up and start yelling about how fucking awesome I am. But I don't think I need to yell. It just pours out of me. And now I want a new tattoo. Don't tell me mom. She'll read this on her own. And then I'll hear, "no, you don't need anymore tattoos." But truth is, "we want more, we want more!" At least I'm responsible. There are others who aren't. And I can't wait to watch them wither away and have their children follow suit