Crimes I cannot List

I had one of those day that just was a real pisser.  Reason being...no real good reason at all.  I suppose lack of sleep, the healing feet that aren't quite where they should be in the process, the kitten is sick with a viral chest cold thing, it's raining like cats n dogs (which normally, I love but..not when I have to wear flip flops while my feet heal up)... Yah...that's all I got.   


Anything else I bring up could be used against me in a Ukrainian court of llamas or some sort of Chinese work camp detention time out clinic.  I had this great idea for a blog.  



I had words spewing from my brain.  I did not have a pen and paper, I did not have a computer and just as I was opening up an app to type in my phone, the sucker died on me.

Big Lessons...

I am going to focus on my now blank brain and say to myself, wasn't meant to be written about.  I mean seriously, I hear llamas like thick girls for lunch and I am just not up for being violently torn apart limb by limb and eaten alive...nope...not me...not today.

So instead I am taking a prescription for musical calming and restoration.  

Here is what is on the list so far...
So sit down if you're having one of those days you want to shout about and possibly scream about and breathe with me.

There is no use worrying.  Let it go... Well, I am trying to because Lord knows I look good in pink skirts like Sargent Llama but not so well behind behind metal bars like our fellow Kitty's Army Sublieutenant, Squeakers..  

It could be worse is what I keep telling myself.  I could just blab it all out and end up in serious 'ish with all this and to be quite honest...I have a moisture-pak in my hair to deep condition it, if they came for me now, I wouldn't have time to rinse.  Now that is a mess I am not willing to let take place!  If I am going down for serious crimes of  "I cant list them sorry", I need my hair did right!


   

Now where the hell was I?

Oh, yes...music, breathing and where is the peace-pipe that goes along with this fantasy I am going to sell myself to feel to better?  Anyone?  Puff Puff Pass? C'mon...

 
It just seriously comes down to passive aggressive people who assume they are smarter than everyone around them.  I have a few options but honestly, being I have a heart that is empty of hate and a mind that is sharp like a razor blade (most of the time), I am taking the elevator to the next floor instead.  Seriously, who needs this kind of crap.  I mean just say how you feel and act how you are.  I have to admit being around someone like this makes it hard not act the same way and I am just sick to my stomach over what I am becoming being around it.  I am soooooo over it.  So maybe a cell with a pink skirt is calling my name.  Maybe I will be a llama's lunch, but by, God... I will get off on the next floor afterward and say, don't trip on your way down stairs, sir!  Hell is waiting for you!
Ok, I am ranting.  Need to get back to listening to the tunes as prescribed by Dr. DMO.  Oh and btw, if you are reading this and you know the DMO, we may have a blog collaboration coming on at some point in the future, so that makes me feel all sparkly and definitely less homicidal.

I just remembered... I forgot to rinse my hair! For fuck's sake, it's gonna fall out isn't it!  Just let the Llama eat me and the Chinese give me a time out.  A bald Kitty...

WAIT, WOAH... Gotta stop myself.


HAHA!  I am finally laughing.  I almost went on a rant about a bald Kitty. I will let you all take over for me.

Thanks for the drugs, DMO, and thanks for the Therapy to all my Manalopes & Bithachos!