How y'all feeling today? I'm great, thanks for asking.
Super, to be exact!
Had a good rest last night, but I'm still a bit sleepy.
Maybe because it's dreary.
Maybe because I had a little headache this morning, so I took a puff of the diggetty.
It's a nice chilly day, perfect for cuddling.
Don't get me wrong, it's gorgeous out, but I'd rather be in bed and I never feel that way.
I love working at my new job, I just don't love the commute some days, usually it's awesome and I get my quality headphone therapy time.
Unfortunately, I'm working today and cannot afford that luxury.
It's ok, my lovely bed and Chad Bear will be waiting for me when I get home.
They promised.
Also, I get to sit at my favorite coffee spot that has Wi-Fi, let's me smoke my E-Cig and is superbly designed to both invite the customer as well as make them feel comfortable.
I write the best of my work here, with the smell of freshly ground Espresso and Burnt Bagels that they should offer to me and not just throw away.
Well, tonight will breeze by AND- I'm off tomorrow with no prior commitments so I can have the best day ever!
And that could mean anything, like going to a movie, or for a long walk or just nothing.
I am attending my friends play tomorrow night.
But today, I can't shake the "I wanna be alone and sleep all day"...
No, instead of laying in bed and watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine or a Bad Girls Club Marathon I'm out, in the world.
Looking cute as a motherfucker ( they are so cute, motherfuckers that is)
Most people don't associate the word Motherfucker with cuteness, I do. Always have.
I think both Motherfucker and Cute were my first words.
Says a lot, says a lot...
So, working. I love my job, and I'm good at it, and my Co-Workers are awesome.
Most of them. Kidding, but not really...
I mean, that's true of all places you work at, we all have our favorites, especially as Managers.
The trick to being a good Manager is not letting it show.
There are other tricks to being a good Manager, but that wasn't really my point.
Yet again, what was my freaking point?!!
Who writes this BlogOir and why? He should be put down...
I realize that about myself, that I should've been killed at birth- Character Flaw, really...
I also realize many others things too, that don't just have to do with me directly.
I just prefer the ones that do. I like me, in certain lighting.
No, I actually love me- part of my self hating/loving conundrum.
So, how do you, my dear readers, fell about the direction and lack thereof of my BlogOir?
Are there any subjects you'd like me to touch on?
Has it become too PG-13 ( only because I cut one cuss word out of the script for the Academy)
Would you like me touch on deep dark and personal things, or stay writing nonsense, that is so much more than actual nonsense?
I can. Oh trust me, I can go "there"
If you wanted.
I mean- I go "there" all the fucking time!
I live "there"- I bought a Condo "there", okay?
Can I get a big old Gay Queen OKAY?
So, this BlogOir was a way for me to vent, inform and edumacate y'all on things I like ( not selfish or self involved AT all) and not really to expose things about myself that u dreamed unnecessary.
I like to write reviews, and bizarre essays, and write all the while thinking I'm hilarious and you feel the same way, even though that I'd probably far from the truth.
It wasn't really for the uncomfortable things, but it can be, I got a lot of baggage.
Give me some feedback.
Thank you.
Well, I usually steal clear of all things riske now because I don't want to reveal them.
There, truthiness at it's finest- that's what I have to offer ( also) is a spoonful of truthiness.
Drink it or take the Blue Pill, whatever. I don't live your life, I live mine.
And mine wants to be in bed, cuddling with Chad.
Oh, and remember, even if you can't smell yourself, everyone else can!
Hippy.
Love,
K.J. Dominick's
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