It’s Halloween!!!

Unless you want to risk catching something far more scarier than some pre-teen girl dressing up as a hooker rapper with an over-inflated ass and ego (OK, maybe just a little scarier) today, stay the fuck home this year. Eat yo candy in yo costume in yo home and Zoom/Facetime yo friends if you want.

As for me, I won’t give details of my costume but I know I’ll be home nursing a gimpy left leg that I don’t know how it got gimpy in the first place. (I know I turned a year older yesterday but I shouldn’t be getting this old people pain shit right away.) I’ll also be binge-watching all my favorite Halloween-themed episodes of my favorite shows. Like this (edited) gem from one of The Simpsons “Treehouse Of Horror” episodes. *sighs* When presidential parodies made you laugh instead of cringe because of how one (or both) of the guys are in reality.

Party For One

Today is the most under-appreciated international holidays of them all: my birthday. Here’s how it was supposed to go down if there was no evil twunt Covid…

And here’s how my fabulous party is going on right now!

Although in all honesty, the latter has been mostly my typical bday “celebration” when there’s no pandemic. I also go on a vacay during this time, and while I can still do that, I’m not that hard-up for a faraway getaway. Besides, why spend a buttload of dollahs to travel to some fancy city or island and risk getting your ass Covid when you can spend a buttload tens of dollahs shopping online? (Thank you, Sephora, for the early Holiday sale for us Rouge members!)

There’s also marathons of The Office (the old seasons) and Married With Children running right now, so why bother going anywhere. Plus I got stoned last night and so the current mood is “blissfully lazy”. 

Happy birthday to me, bitches. I made my birthday wishes and now I’m gonna cook some lyonnaise to go with my steak meal.

Just Gimme The Fireworks*

It’s the Fourth of July weekend. Since I’m not wrapped in the hot dog-scented straight jacket called blind patriotism (that’s also made in China but marketed as “Made In The USA”), I have to ask: after all that has happened in this country since the start of that darn year that is 2020, is there anything about the US worth celebrating these days?!

I used to be one of those people who had no problem donning attire that had the stars & stripes, and not just because this Fil-Am chick wanted to show others that an American girl is not just some white blue-eyed blonde. (By the way, all that bullshit over white blondes constantly being hyped as the “all-American dream girl” shall always be countered by a quote from that wacko supermodel Janice Dickinson: “blonde? Blue-eyed? That’s not American, you idiots. It’s Scandinavian.”) I wore all that patriotic shit because there was a time when I appreciated being an American, despite the faults the country had then.

That was ten years ago, though. That blue USA hat of mine, and all my other clothes displaying the red-white-and-blue, has been collecting dust in its storage since late 2016. Unless we vote out the bullshit this November and beyond, all those clothes will continue to stay there. (Friendly reminder to VOTE BLUE, PEOPLE!!) Sheeit, you won’t even catch me eating a cookie with red, white, and blue sprinkles these days. Simply put, it’s just another work weekend for me the next two days. Come at me, blind patriots.

Until there is a time when it will be cool to genuinely exclaim “America–fuck yeah!” again, I’ll just stick with enjoying my fivesome fantasy involving American-born hotties Jason Momoa, Michael B. Jordan, Jake Gyllenhaal, and Adam Driver as my way of celebrating the Fourth of July. That and the soul food and fireworks.*

*But don’t fire them off at 3 in the fucking morning, goddammit. I work early shifts this weekend and I need to sleep early!

A Total Goddess!

What’s greater than a three-day holiday weekend? The birthday of the legendary Dame Joan Collins, of course!

While I know she’s been in other things besides Dynasty, it wasn’t until her star turn as Alexis Morrell Carrington Colby Dexter Rowan that Dame Joan became known to the world. For those who have not yet seen her incendiary, Emmy-winning performance on the original Dynasty, first off, shame on you, and second, just watch these clips. Fair warning: the glamour and shade in these clips are beyond searing!

 

 

Good Shit & Bad Shit

First first, I’ve had entries that have been finished days ago marked as “private” and have left it that way by accident lately. I do that with almost all my entries and other things have distracted me from publicly posting it. (That and I’ve been editing some of my old entries.) So if you see entries from a few days (or months) ago just pop up here, there’s your reason why.

Now, bad shit first: this time of the year blows chunks for me. Why? Well, first off, fair warning to those who idolize their mothers through thick and thin and can’t seem to grasp the notion that there are those who aren’t that fortunate with their own moms: y’all may need to leave the room.

Second, Mother’s Day (and the days leading up to it) has been a tough time for me for YEARS. Long story short: I did not have a decent mom in my life. She was selfish, manipulative, materialistic, money-hungry, and always put herself before the rest of her family (though she did spoil my brother senselessly, straining my relationship with him over time). Never physically abusive, but, without revealing too much, abuse does come in other forms and I’m still reeling from some of it. I once naively thought my estranged mother (I’m gonna be real here) would change for the better, but it never happened. I accepted the fact that she is who she is, and my life has been far better since I’ve gone no-contact from her years ago.

What I cannot accept are the ones who say I should respect my e-mom no matter what she has done to me. To which I say: bullshit bullshit BULLSHIT. Those fools are blind and have no clue what I and others with similar situations have gone through. The same thing also goes for those who have had shitty dads or shitty parents/guardians. Since May & June is Hero Parent Worship Season, I have found the excessive idolization of our parental figures baffling. Not only do we gotta buy them stuff during those days, but we have to tell them we love them too? Well, I guess I can forget that time when I did nothing wrong but mommy dearest still found it necessary to repeatedly tell me that she wanted to abort me, and I’ll just get her those bouquet of flowers with the “I ❤ You” note on it! That should patch up things!

And if you think I got at least one parental figure in my life to lean on…mmm, nope. Not anymore. Enabling parents are equally awful, and worse if they’re staunch voters of the Face-Eating Leopards Party. I might as well been raised by wolves.

To those who have dealt (or still dealing with) awful parents who find Hero Parent Worship Season unbearable, you’re not alone. Ignore the noise and the assholes who don’t know your story. Those who still have to live with them, please stay strong. Also, here’s a good subReddit for more support.

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So what is the Good Shit? I don’t have to write paragraphs on it, but I finished the first draft of my story! I also edited the first six chapters, and while I still have over eighty more chapters to edit, my first story is now thisclose to completion! I guess a little happy dance is in order…