I've Foregone Adulting For The Duration..
I haven't even decided when I might give it another whirl.
So, today, I decided I am working for a vengeful, nasty Bitchface who never allows me any time off, and monopolizes my professional and personal lives. I really am developing a strong dislike for that bitch.
I then went on to design some t-shirts, steam mop some floors, eat some hibachi, just straight fucking off on a random workday. Why?
Because my boss can eat a bag of dicks.
In other breaking news, no, I won’t be eating a bag of dicks. However, I do need some mental health PTO, and since I run this fucking debauchery, I’ve granted it to myself.
Had a couple cartoon me’s made today, posted some funny shit on socials, just basically like I’m not doing this shit for money, and I don’t love shoes I can’t afford but buy anyway. Irresponsible with the capital “I” that is usually reserved for when I throw the word “single” around.
Now, we’ve come to my usual workity work time, and here I am. Still not strapped into my helmet, still just acting like my bills accept pocket lint and la-de-dah as payment.
I’m the picture of adulting. I’m really doing shit like the PTA moms would advise today. I clearly need to write a how-to series on grown folks and how to pretend you are one.
So if anyone would like to volunteer the actual how to, I feel like I could use a refresher course. Honestly, I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into me. I am out of sorts. I’m supposed to be working on a book, but I’m stuck. I haven’t been working on edits, I’m stuck there, too.
Simply spinning my wheels and handling a whole wad of not much.
I really don’t have any excuses. I mean, obviously, my character. But let’s be for real. That’s been questionable for some time. Suspect, even.
I think I’ve been in my head too much, because that’s where all these fucking words are stored, and it’s just stifling in there. Like, dark ass corners and cobwebs, and some scary ass noises just happening out of nowhere.
I fucking hate it there.
The first thing I’m going to do when I get some book dollars is hire someone to clean that joint up. I don’t have the patience. Or the energy. Or the tools required to assemble all of the Ikea shelving it’s going to take to make sense of that fucking dungeon.
Shit, there should be a fucking moat. It’s downright feudal around here.
Well, I’ve managed to fuck around and pretend to be attending my life for another 25 minutes. I greatly appreciate you encouraging me in my tomfoolery. I’m off to reroll my towels and put them back in the hutch. Might shake the rugs in a while, but I’m not 100% committed to that as of right now.
I’m going to turn the techno back up and irritate the shit out of Puffin. I hope all of you are doing better than I am with your responsible adult look. Mine is just disheveled and bedraggled today.
Better pop this bitch in the steam dryer for a couple minutes.
I can only say that when I feel pushed to my limit. that I OFTEN say and do things that I normally would not. I refuse to be manipulated anymore. Knowing your limits and being able to say “no” gracefully to the people you care about is a sure sign you’ve grown. Do you. Haters are your biggest fans!
Anyone self employed will tell you, "my boss is a slave driving Bitch!". Folks with regular 9-5s can let that stuff go until next Monday. You MUST give yourself a break now and then! Go ahead, we won't tell, I promise! p.s. Some of that techno ain't bad, says the old fart who never listens to anything made beyond 1981 LOL!