Baby You're a Firrrrrework!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My trip to LA, a few weeks ago, was eye opening, for several reasons. In this moment, I'm sharing with you just one of 'em. My best friend annoyingly kept belting out the chorus to Katy Perry's song Firework. The song, though poppy and catchy, got the gas face from me after seeing her perform it live. She sounded spotty, or pitchy or whatever Randy and nem would say on Idol. I hated it and she's verrrrry painful to watch, dance wise. Well,...

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Middle of The Road

Can I just state for the record that I hate dating?  Sure not as much as I hate being married to a lying azz, cheating azz, hateful azz mofo, but I still hate dating.  There are too  many games and my core's getting hard.  Seriously, I'm not equipped.  I think most men are dogs.  I don't trust any of them, sans my son who's known to tell a fib or two.  Anyone with a penis gets the gas face and a raised eyebrow. ...

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