Monday, March 9, 2009

bein mahself and in yo face. sorry. it's all i know.

i know my posting has been sporadic and non-climatic (sorry ya'll) but i promise, things will turn around. i'm knee-deep in tax season and humor seems so far from me right now. you know how life crawls out atcha and slaps you across the face and you're scrambling just to keep things together? yeah........... i could get more explicit here (and if you ever read an email from me, i get WAY r rated, i just keep it clean here. not sure why. just feel like spreadin' the word of... i have no idea. what am i talking about?) but i won't. cuz. ahem. kids read this? or? somethin? they could find it thru google and then go askin' they're moms wtf slap happy means? which, it means something quite innocent here, but lawdy means somethin' entirely different out there in internet world.

i googled. i know. i am wise beyond my years. or. sumthin.

so. anyway. i know i've been slackin, but good lawd i've been tryin'. i've been goin' back and forth about being more myself and more who-i-am in the REALWORLD and somehow i dunno if ya'll would accept me, and then i think, so what, and then i think, well, WHAT it matters, and everyone who reads this , lurkers to larkers to whathehelldoesthatmean, i've always lived my life afraid of WHAT WILL THEY THINK.

so.................... i may post sporadically until april 15th, but....... i swear to you, it will be more ME. beyond happy-go-lucky-lo. cuz i'm nutta so huppa sometimes. if that made sense to you.

and i curse like a sailor in real life.

i'm sorry. i know what i do. i can't lamely say, 'i know not what i do' bc hellllllllo, i KNOW what i sound like at work, at home... ahem. just sayin.

i'm a sassy lil thang, and i guess.... (big girl breath) i hope ya'll don't disown me.

cuz i might just say WHAT THE FUCK once in a while from now on.




............still there? hello? bueller?




sigh. i hope my eternal frankness will not scare you away. i just feel i need ta be me. I NEEDS TA BE ME. and i love ya'll.


trully.


even if you stop reading me. girl scouts honor.


and after tastin mah thin mints? that is HONOR YO.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

LOL I think the F bomb coming from you would only make me giggle. You won't run me off. I'm just sayin.....

Be yourself, girlfriend. It's all good.

Jenn said...

Love it! Can't wait until you can get back to regular posting. :)

Perfectly Unperfect said...

Be who you are. We all love you and will still continue to love you, even if you let a few (or million) f-bombs fly.

Always, always be true to yourself.

Be.Real.

:0)

Linda said...

You can adopt my (and Dr Seuss') motto..."Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those that matter don't mind." I may have fewer friends for it but they are quality, forever friends.

Mama Dawg said...

Ok, it's official. I'm going to be at Disney from 5/31-6/8.

Anonymous said...

Haha! I love a good blog that says Fuck. I love a good book that says Fuck too. As I explained to our janitor at lunch today when he asked what i was reading. i am reading chelsea handler's "are you there, vodka? it's me chelsea" i had to take the cover off so no one knows!!

Smart Mouth Broad said...

No worries, here. I'm pretty hard to offend. I'm just the opposite. I swear like a sailor in my head but it rarely comes out of my mouth. A little more in my blog but rarely outloud. However lately, I find that it's happening more often.

Smart Mouth Broad said...

I just left a comment here and don't see it. I'm having some trouble with comments on my site. Just a heads up. We'll see if this one works.

Amber said...

I'll still be here! Good luck getting through tax season!

Oh and you asked a while back and I totally forgot to answer you... I think I win a gift card to petsmart if I win the cutest pet thing. But I'm not gonna lie, there's some pretty stiff competition so I'm not really expecting to win. I'll post about it for sure if I do, though!

Christina! said...

haha, love it!

Oh, and you were right about HR Block.. the guy never actually filed our taxes... we waited 3 weeks for our return, and finally I called them.

Lame!