It seems we’re back here again, Bitchfaces. I keep seeing candy hearts and stupid ass messages in my inbox, and that can mean one thing; I only grazed that little fat ass archer last year, and he’s clearly not learned his lesson.
Every year since I’ve been writing to y’all, I come up with a list of things that I love about myself, because I refuse to sit around all woe is me’ing, and simply not looking my best because someone on the Hallmark channel says I shouldn’t.
Without any further waffling on the matter, let’s run down this fucking list, shall we?
The thing I love most about me this year, outside of my glossy, fantastic hair, of course, is that I have always had a will to be better. I come from a mother who didn’t finish the 9th grade. Not only do I have two degrees, I never stop learning. I audit classes, I can’t tell you how many webinars and specialized training slots I’ve been in over the last year. I refused to sit around and smile like a nice girl and get my head patted like a fucking dummy.
I like being just a little bit smarter than people take me for. There’s a lot to be said for the element of surprise.
I also love the fact that a bitch could kick me square in my fucking chest, I ain’t laying down. Everything I believe in, I go hard for. I’m still out here doing shit that’s probably going to get me shot. I’m still out here toeing the line of legal, and I’m still a long way from feeling like I’ve ripped my slice of injustice from the world. Maybe 16, 18% of it, so I’m just gonna keep hammering for now.
Much as in years past, I love my dedication to those who believe in what I do. I can’t give you the will to leave, but I can be waiting outside 3 houses down with that bubble Caprice running at 2am. Puffin will meet you at the front walk, get in, let’s ride.
As usual, the short list, the Snow White effect, and my meandering ass way with words, and something new this year…the ability to forgive myself. I didn’t get here spit shined and slicked back. I slid in completely askew, hair tangled and my elbows skinned, but I’m here. There’s probably 40, 50 people who would tell you they had bets this shit just wouldn’t happen.
Hope they got cash. I don’t take checks.
I hope you all have your lists. And that they’re on point and thorough. Know that I could write a list about y’all, and any of you that have been harassed by me via phone or email, you know I get a little sappy, but don’t tell anyone you know. I don’t wanna be mistaken for a soft bitch.
So, Happy Valentine’s Day. If you didn’t know, The Queen loves you, like so stupid bad much.
Duh.
I love all those things about you too! Except maybe the hair...I'm a little envious of that, but what the hell, I love that for you. Happy Valentines Day from your northern sis, who thinks you're awesome! ❤
Love ya' sis ❤️
Thanks for the list reminder