The last few months have been very emotional personally. Waiting to see if I’m going to lose my home, get a day gig, lose the UI, maybe having the music career start back up, and watching my dog get old enough to have to make that final decision, it’s been a roller coaster.
Add to that emotional baggage is the final straw for me with democrats, Obama, and last but not least, the GOS,all coming together last week in a craptastic display of hypocrisy, skullduggery, tomfoolery, and plain stupidity.
I’ve decided I’d rather be with you.
I could go on and on about how those other women mistreated me, but see, baby, that’s why I love you so much. I don’t even need to explain it to you. You already get it.
But since you asked, I will explain it a bit. See, after all these months of trying to believe, to suspend disbelief, she cheated on me again. Well, they both did. OK, all three of them. I call them the three sistahs of the apocalypse: Nancy, Harry, and Barack.
The thing is, I could see it coming, I knew they’d do it, and just because of a little slap n tickle in the back seat a year ago, I thought we could create magic again together, this one last time. I forgot that bitch Markos, what a backstabber that girl is! Whooo Hooo! Don’t mess with her! So while it may have seemed that I was out of your life, I was thinking about you all along. Every time those other girls and I made Sweet Sweet Love.
I’d rather be with you: Bootsy Collins
I may be more foul than you would like, and I don’t always follow the golden rule. And I wander sometimes. But I know what side of the bread the butter is on.
But one thing is always true when I settle here, I always feel at home. Not that you’re the other woman, I left her today. Really! I mean it this time! She meant little to me, despite the word count and suggestive pictures on my Blackberry.
Updated for punctuation after hitting ‘save’ too early. Sorry for that, too, baby.