Ugh!!! Writing is so exhilarating. especially when its fun like talking to yourself. Don't mind me, I'm narcissistic. I have no delusion of that. So in my vain, shallow and narcissistic world, I love to do fun things. One is sing to myself. Seriously, I love to sing, but I want to sing songs that I like and may not be status quo songs. My true dream is to be a Torch extraordiaire, have my own lounge, sing and force people to listen to me drivel on, kind of like this, and that's where I'm going. I want to be an old Cougar with a fabulous lounge that I sing in every night with feathers and diamonds. I will change my name to Lola.
Just kidding, I'll never be a show girl; the shoes are too painful. Sitting and singing appeals to me, these things together make my fat ass happy! Clarification moment: Now, when I refer to my "fat ass," this is like when your dad said, "We don't say the "N" word in front of the Black people. Ok, children?" Do not be mistaken, if you call my ass fat, then there will be no further need to communicate because again, I know my ass is fat, I told you, you are not pointing out something helpful to me as I already know this, so any obviousl statement made would be tacky with an attempt to be hurtful, and that Kids is really low class. Some of you may realize one day in your existence that hurting people just to do so only hurts you. Being kind to people is when you are kindest to yourself. Check out my Rule #2 on that. Anyway, back to my dream of being a Torch of unsurpassed levels, people will make pilgrimages to my lounge just to see me as I live well into my 150s, and I still look fabulous. Well, the key word was dream.
Make love; not war, Earthmates! But don't make Babies you don't intent to keep nor can you feed. Condoms! Birth control! Get some!!!!
Coug Out!
