I will end up writing what's wrong with everyone, everybody and all. But what's up with me? I need me-time. I need my bed and pillow. I need lyrics to listen who'd tell me that the singer has the same situation with me. We both are pissed. I need a pity party.
Yes guys it's a weird time where the most serious issue is that I have no yummy thing in fridge while I am badly needing a pizza. Or the tv is looking like a dumb creature, nothing great to watch. Or I don't have anything to blog about. Or I'm not going outta my house because I have a feeling that I hate everyone out there.
Another thought, am I afraid to accept that winter break is over? It's an old tale. Or I just got the January blues. It's better to imagine that I'm a 9 years old girl who just loves her momma and there's nothing to worry about anything. And I have to ask, who thinks money can't buy happiness? How your broke ass know? I'm totally broke and the happiness I saw in store comes with money. Real money.
I had promised that I won't post complains on this sparkly space but oh hey c'mon! It's after all a pity party and y'all are invited. Don't let me down, tell me that do you ever feel like this? This is totally yuck-suck-blah-blah situation. And more thing, I had told myself to expose this blog just because I never bitched about anyone here, but now I will. Some peeps think that I just cussed them on my blog. No dude, ain't nobody got time for that. But you're a
insert a bad word here annoying kid.
Wait, what? It's Sunday already but I think Whitney has a big heart so she can accept my late entry to #backthatazzup collection. And this darling song is stuck on repeat!