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The Fuck Blog.

Disclaimer: I can't say it around my toddler and 98% of the time I choose to
 behave and conduct myself with class 
but I need to drop a bomb tonight it goes...

Fucking, FUCK.


I am over the weather & the drama that dwells in this here pond. Dig?

I FUCKING hate Bullies who are really 
insecure FUCKS who take all the shit they didn't work out 
within themselves on everyone else.  
You are obvious & predictable.
Mean is not cool.

Revenge seekers Fucking SUCK.
Especially when they go running after their own karma train...
like they didn't know or see it coming. 
WOO WOOO!!  Chuga Choo choo - FUCKING MORONS or MORINS for that matter.

I wish I could erase it all with a sip of water already.  
Can I get my tear ducts removed? Super glued shut?  

Dear addicts - if you had balls you'd be sober.
Put down your pipe, your illegal prescription pills, your bottle, your powder. 
WALK AMONG the living already. Be present. Or is that too scary and real for you?
(ps - says the bartender - the fucking irony up in this shit)

I never like to complain.
I know about the law of attraction but there is something brewing in the air or my ovaries. 
Perhaps a combination of everything that unlocked the ticking 
 that just exploded all over this blog.  
I feel like a Linkin Park Song is in order or something super vintage punk rock 
- PS speaking of...
Who the FUCK dresses you? 1992 called they want their ball chain necklace back.

People don't surprise me anymore but they just keep on disappointing.
I myself am super guilty as charged. 
I disappoint. 

Thank you.  Now back to your regularly scheduled power hugging hippy chick :)


  1. C'mon babydoll. We're all the same, it's only a game. Doesn't have to be a nice day, just the only one you've got.


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