I’m pretty sure that today is the day I quit my life.
Not any morbid suicide thoughts or craziness like that so there’s no need to send nobody to the house with them ugly ass white jackets.
But just… quit.
I’m tired. And life has been kicking my ass. And I like my ass. It’s pretty. It’s round and perky, it makes my jeans look pretty, it makes a nice cushion to sit on, it give my hips someone to talk to so they aren’t lonely. So I just don’t see how I can in good faith allow this to keep happening to my ass all the while knowing that my ass has been good to me.
Truth is I’m overwhelmed. And I dunno what to do about it. Or where to start. Because every time I get some clarity about anything…
…something else kicks me in my ass.
It’s always something isn’t it?
So I’m kinda exhausted. I wish I could somehow eloquently state the toll that the last couple years have had on me but I don’t think even I have fully grasped it yet, so it’s even harder to relay that to you. But I feel it. I’m weary.
So no more running. No more walking. I think I’ll lay.
Can somebody send me some Chinese food to the crib please? Broccoli and chicken, extra brown sauce on the side. And an egg roll. And if anybody is near DC if you could stop by Danny’s in NE and get a sista some chicken wings I swear I’ll have your babies. Oh and send a bottle. Of whatever.
Thanks kiddies!!! 🙂
Sincerely Yours (curled up in a ball in the bed watching The L Word),