free therapy

So I’ve decided that this is going to be very cathartic for me. I am going to use this free outpost as a sort of therapy session if you will. I know no one will read it so this helps. (No one will see how actually crazy I am, yay!) But, if there is someone out there who reads my ramblings, please see this as a cry for help and contact your local authorities! Just kidding, put the phone down. I know one day I’m going to make an inappropriate joke about going down the tracks and not across the street and I’m going to get shit for it. But that’s just how I roll. Get used to it baby!

If anyone could actually hear the inner monologue that is my anger, well then I feel sorry for you. I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not my fault! (See my last post on my spotty mental history.) I’m a happy and functioning semi racist, terminally angry, inappropriate sense of humor type of gal. Oh and functioning & happy were just words I made up. I am neither. Bitches. Ha, look I just called you a bitch and you took it.

Ok I’m cutting myself off. I know I’m obnoxious, but my friends love me dammit. And my parents too! Well at least I think they do, they’re such uncaring individuals and cheap too. Love that they don’t really know how to turn a computer on so they’ll never read this. Oh and if you print it off and show it to them I will kick/punch you in the babymaker.

On a separate note I’m somewhat of a drunk. So from time to time if you hear me recant some of my exploits/adventures please don’t contact your local AA. I don’t care that I have a problem and until I die or my drinking results in someone else’s death I won’t be seeking help. But thanks for caring!

“Inappropriate behavior makes me laugh!” – Will Ferrell