Caterwauling

My Disney wedding may be on hold but I’ll dance (and cook) all night for a guy who cleans.

And all the creatures in it. Just not rabid Foxes that spread parasites.

RIP Tom Lester, who passed yesterday. He was the last surviving cast member.

The bipolar, borderline one who

Is glued to the couch

(It’s a nice couch)

Verbally assaults her mom

Drags her men

Barely knows her kids

And embarrasses herself all over social media

Comes to mind

What? I was talking about the “Teen Mom” cast.

Still LOL’ing tho at the one who thought I was calling them Moldilocks.

Way to advertise their hygiene to 800 people.

Poo-tinky.

So how do you suppose dress code enforcers are handling quarantine? Does they talk to themselves about their outfit choices? Do they send themselves to their room to change?

I, for one, keep reminding myself that I can wear whatever I want. And do.

My friend just sent me this and said put it up now.

I’d ask why. But I am enjoying my day. My life.

And I wish everyone else the same. I really do.

Even Moldilocks. I heard she left her husband. Hopefully she didn’t go to her DeSantis-lovin mother’s.

There’s hope for everyone.

This was an actual loss.

I had this assclown who worked for me for a long time.

She wasn’t always an assclown. We were quite good friends for several years.

But apparently she said something about her mother (a New Yorker) wishing she lived in Florida so she could vote for Ron DeSantis for governor.

DeSantis, I knew, was a tRump puppet. And there was no fucking secret that I think tRump is a destructive piece of shit who was sent here to hand America over to Russia and plagues and what the fuck ever.

Oh hello, which of us was right?!

In any event, I was joking with her and I don’t remember what I said because that wasn’t the nature of our relationship to tiptoe.

But apparently I said Mom better stay home on Election Day because I might run her over in the parking lot before she got to pull the lever for DeSantis.

Literally, I do not remember any of this but I do remember this chick treating me like absolute garbage from that day forward.

Meanwhile she would never follow dress code. She would boo-hoo about her tummy and bunny troubles and I would let her stay home. She had an odor about her most days, too. And she was super-productive at home anyway.

At some point I approached her and said hey if you are looking for another job, give me a heads-up. She asked why I would say that and I said you haven’t spoken to me in weeks and I don’t know why and you keep saying everything is fine.

Sure enough — after she WALKED THE FUCK OUT two hours before my vacation started — someone finally told me a few weeks later that she was trashing me all over the company.

Funny that she was making too good a money for her talent level, but she was suddenly butthurting about a joke I don’t even remember making.

In any event, I am sitting here watching Ron DeSantis — who refused to lock down the state and we are the next New York as far as coronavirus hotspots — now on live TV, telling us to go back to school and work.

And I say this.

Not only should we have mowed down every old fart who didn’t like the Democratic African American gubernatorial candidate before they got to vote for the asshole who makes his predecessor Rick Scott look like a great governor …

Rick Scott who somehow won a Senate seat over the awesome Bill Nelson …

And don’t get me fuckin started about that asshole Marco Rubio or that human shitshow Matt Gaetz …

But yeah. How do you fuckers like me now, when I was RIGHT about all their corruption?

Suck a dick, all of you.

Although you probably can’t even get THAT right, either.

That time when I contemplated opening up my social media again and pulled The Devil, Three of Swords and The Chariot.

TL;DR: Hard pass, G.

That’s what set me off in the first place. I was trying to lie low and basically fuck off. But I got a follow that started a series of events that turned any shitheel feelings into irreverence.

I didn’t realize that till the same entity tried again to get my attention the same way.

Interesting how they have to bother me to come play with them. Hard p…

This time, the part of me that once again wanted to point out their lack of understanding, suddenly didn’t need to.

Funny how the second tag pushed me out of the very rabbit hole it was meant to suck me back into.

I lost a friendship that will never come back for as long as this continues. Or maybe ever.

Maybe next lifetime, possibly.

That’s the alpha and omega, bookended by tweets.

No hot tools for me. My hair is curly from no longer putting crap in it. Curls of Instagram, ahoy!

Funny that I’d pull The Lovers (Gemini) card yesterday …

The Devil (Capricorn) today …

Let me guess … The Tower tomorrow?