life is a stupid betch

Hemingway on crutches

unless you're on to something that the rest of us are not privy to, life is a stupid betch. there are so many examples that i can site from JUST today alone it's sheer madness. i love that we call people who are suicidal "crazy" -- have you looked around lately? i mean, i for one am keeping it together by trying to laugh it off. but you can't laugh very well when you're vomiting, and crying while vomiting is surprisingly easy! yay!

the basic essence is that i've had it. i can't go into the specifics because this blog post would then be a full-length "Lonesome Dove" situation.

the basic idea is this: there are people who generally work hard and fight hard and then there are people who don't. it's sometimes easy to mistake one for the other because the fighter has fought so fucking hard for so goddamned long that when they take a moment to lick their wounds in front of VH1, they look like the lazies.

trust someone who's been to both places. the lazies and the burned out buzies [busy people] are not the same. life is a stupid betch that makes them seem the same.

i might need to make a whole separate blog dedicated to what a stupid betch life is, because let's face it, there are so many millions of examples i'd more likely die of thirst with a bottle of water in front of me than run out of reasons as to why life is so fucking hard and insane.

where's this going? you say as you read this. nowhere. that's the worst part. i have no pearl of wisdom. all i know is, i am one of the buzies trying SO HARD not to let go. don't let go you guys. vomit into your hand if you have to, but don't let go.

QUESTIONS FOR THE PROF.

a) first of all, do we have to be here? is this an elective class or can i choose another inter-mural next semester?

b) the suffering: do i get college credit for that or should i put that down on my resume as an unpaid internship?

c) i'd like to ask for a letter of reference from the boss... is she around?

d) on field day should i play what i'm good at or help the kid who sucks play better at what he's trying to play?

e) do i need special shoes for specific events? [yes] if so, can life tell me when and which shoes?


i could literally go on until i was a beggin' strip on the patio. alas, i have tons to tend to, because no matter what, i am a mother even [and especially] when life is a stupid betch.