Seriously biatches, I have sat here so many times wanting to tell you all of the things but that motherfucking cursor blinking at me makes me SO DAMN ANXIOUS that I lose all my words.
I write the MOST AMAZING and *insert flowery wonderful words here* in the car to and from school drop off and pick up, but in the hour or so that it takes me all the words dribble out of my brain and pool on the floor of the car and I really should get to that mess someday.
Along with the spare room where I dumped the stuff from the hall cupboard, that I emptied to put the stuff from the heater cupboard, that I moved so I could put the crap from the kitchen, so I could actually reach it cause apparently I can’t see any more if I bend over… THE HELL BODY?!??!
I was supposed to write a post a week or two ago to announce my amazing news that I decided to take a month off work to concentrate on my health and make all those appointments that I was putting off. Well I made some of those appointments and they are all AFTER the month off and for some fucked up reason my stupid arsed brain wont allow me to make the other appointments or write that post so here I am on a months leave sitting here all ‘what the fuck now then?’ emptying out cupboards – see paragraph 3.
I really need to get my shit together.
I don’t know if it is this FODMAP elimination diet that is messing with me (Jesus fuck you guise, my stomach is on permanent holiday and NOTHING is making the fucker happy) or I am just running into especially cheery fuckers (doctor telling me to smile more cause there are SO MANY MORE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD that have it worse than me when OMG dude, I am just here to walk my mother in so she can get her bandages changed after surgery and not try and vomit from the bowl of rice I ate 12 fucking hours ago BACK THE FUCK OFF) or I am just a bad tempered bitch but people just need to keep away and it is probably a good thing that I have lost my writing mojo cause no one needs to hear about any of this shit.