I have been super quiet over the last few days because, well I have been sick. As always *sigh* (and I want to eat everything that was ever evered and I fucking CAN’T).
And it takes a whole lotta energy to just function some days and life is really fucking busy and OMG CAN WE CHANGE THE SUBJECT ALREADY I am bored.
I was sitting on the loo the other day*, as it is my second motherfucking home right now** OMG WILL THIS HORRENDOUSNESS NEVER END???, and came across this gem that is now my forever mantra.
This is it. Fuck it. It is what it is.
Seriously Paul, you are singing the song of my people.
All singing. All dancing. Catchier than the Macarena.
This is it. Fuck it. IT IS WHAT IT IS.
Pretty much sums it all up amIright?
I have even got my parents AND my Auntie Lee saying it, which is pretty damn adorable.
It is getting me through the damn day and now, hopefully, you too.
You are totes welcome.
P.S. I have like 12 posts half in draft right now but because I am spending my entire life either in the fucking car, whoring myself out to The Man, comatose on the couch or shitting through the eye of a needle I haven’t been able to finish anything and I have SO MUCH TO SAY (and only like 20% of it is whining, promise) but once I have caught up with All the Housewives of All of the Places and you will be the first to know.
But for now… This is it. Fuck it. It is what it is. Heh. Would make a great cushion.
*shut the fuck up, you take your phone into the toilet with you, do not lie. I know you do.
** I am thinking of installing a tv in there and perhaps heated flooring. Definitely a better extractor fan. FML. (too much information? You think that is bad? You clearly didn’t read about when the hungry surgeon chopped off my arse. #sobrave My God, that is why you come here, or unsubscribe in droves.)