Allow me to start by saying I don’t know how in the fuck I ever doubted myself for a moment because I am a bad, bad woman who essentially cannot be fucked with. If I flip my glossy hair in your direction, consider yourself having a fantastic day. Ho.
I’m on a mission, and what I have discovered is that I was never the problem. The problem was I kept surrounding myself with assholes. And when you surround yourself with assholes, the vibe becomes polluted. If you’re feeling a little low, a little less than surefooted today, check your circle.
Do you see any assholes? Double check, sis. I had to look with my glasses up and my eyes squinted before I noticed a couple of them.
Some big, big things happened in my professional life today, and I am feeling like Rhonda at a Rousey fight right now. I remembered today how much I love this career that I built for myself, and the work that I do to bridge the gap between the man kicking the shit out of you, and safety, real legitimate safety for you and your kids.
I lost sight of the goal for a moment, and while everyone needs a distraction once in a while, I am a fucking distraction. I don’t require any third party fuckery to turn this joint into a Jugg house, believe me. Me and out of pocket are like peas in a pocket. Supertight. Closely knit. Overly friendly.
That’s my verdict on the situation. I was in no way, shape, or form anything outside of my usual charming self, and the audacity of some Great Value brand Fuckboys was the entire problem. Case closed.
Man, it feels nice to have my fucking wits about me again. All that sad sackery was causing my hair to look a little lackluster. Horrible. Unacceptable. Inexcusable.
I been thinking thos fuckbois were Dollar General brand and Great Value would be a large step up in the world.
Anywho, I'm glad to see you found your Right and Proper Bitchface Mojo again!
*Dances a brief jig*
Annnd THERE she is!