Lyrically Speaking

I’ve been sitting at home and occasionally popping on Facebook and various other social media sites here and there throughout the day, mostly to share pictures of my dog or my face. (You’re welcome. I’m not sorry.)   And every so often I catch glimpses of things people are posting in the wake of this election. While most of the things posted are from people that agree with me politically (Because I like to think I make good choices?) there are a few people that have opposing viewpoints. And some of these people are fucking trolls. There is no doubt common fears amongst varying generations with the president-elect being Donald Trump.   And of everything that I have seen posted (including a celebratory article written about Rosie O’Donnell leaving the country… BECAUSE WHO FUCKING CARES?!?!) the thing that pisses me off the most is this shaming of people for having feelings. Because people are scared, nervous, angry and apprehensive and suddenly we shouldn’t have these feeling...

So I basically had an emotional breakdown at work yesterday.  It was crying-every-10-minutes-and-unable-to-gain-control-of-myself kind of meltdown. I asked to leave work early. Then I cried the entire way home contemplating places I could drive to that would make me feel better. I drove home and went to sleep. Sleep is always good when you cannot repress feelings the way they hit me yesterday. Some days I adorn my battle armor and stand tall against the struggle. Some days.. well some days I fall apart.  A guy rejected me and it subsequently caused the cracks in my armor to expose all my raw parts. Theoretically it was bound to happen. I spend so much time letting things collect inside of me that anything could have caused the emotional leak. It could have happened because they didn’t have the right ice cream flavor at the grocery store. It could have been because I spilled my drink. And quite frankly, I would have it rather been an ice cream or spilled drink melt...

Let me first tell you how I decided to see the new Star Wars movie... because really, I was on the fence about it and kind of like "eventually, I will see this." Cue to me scrolling the internet (like ya do.) And seeing this post: First of all, is that the guy from Girls? Is it? What? Then this conversation happened with my roommate and quasi-roommate. (She's basically at our house more than our ACTUAL other roommate... she just doesn't pay rent... yet. Soon Kristi. Soon.) Also, for the record, I will refer to the roommate as Jennie and I am not talking to myself in the third person. Me: who is kylo? Jennie: This awful dramatic guy in Star Wars. Me: But is he the guy from Girls? Jennie: I haven't watched that Me: Is he one of the brothers from the movie about death and Jason Bateman is in it? (P.S it's called This is Where I Leave You and it's great) Kristi: Yes Me: Let's go see Star Wars Jennie: what? Me: Yah, he's my ...

“I’m so tired, X (a 2.5 year old child) wouldn’t go to sleep last night. I’m sure it would be better if we had a sleep schedule, but we don’t believe in that.” So basically, you just let your child run your life because he doesn’t want to sleep? Of course he doesn’t want to go to sleep. He is a child; children have active brains and a fear of missing out on the good things. So in essence, you as the provider of the family are depriving yourself of SLEEP because you don’t believe your child should be told when to go to bed, because he will do it on his own?! Are you kidding me? Please stop pro-creating. It’s not enough that you don’t believe in vaccines for your child, but you’re going to bitch about not sleeping enough based on a choice you are making? Your choice to not get your child the proper amount of rest is going to affect him for the rest of his life. Also? Your lack of sleep is probably why you are stressed all the time. What kind of anti-establishment bullshit a...