Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Sometimes Its Gets Hard: This One Is For The Survivors

Chello World!

Yea, I'm coming to you on a whole other angle tonight. If you are a first time reader, welcome. Warning: I will hurt your feelings if you are easily offended. So man up or exit now. This ain't no PBS, trick check the warning label.

Life for me overall has been good. However the last several weeks have been really hard for me. When you have a dream that you can taste everytime you lick your lips. Everytime you move you can feel it move with you. When you wake up and after plucking the eye boogers from the corner of your eye...and for you hoes, asking whose dick is this in your mouth, you look back to make sure that your Dream is right there waving to you, then you already know this feeling.

Yeah, I am thankful for my 9-5 that pays my bills now. Especially in this day in age when a job is like finding a str8 man at a gay pride parade on purpose. Its few and far between. I had a series of unfortunate events that happened all at once and I'm not going to lie: I bitched out like $2 hooker. Stress was hard and I almost told my Dream that it wasn't worth it.

I wanted to surrender my passion for complacency. I was going to be a repressed heterosexual man....only flip the hetero to homo and upgraded repressed to depressed. I was going to be Bishop Eddie Long....without the juicy Jheri Curl lace front wig. I'm so serious about this. I had bills up the va-jay-jay, two flat tires and to make it worse, Sarah Palin got a TV show. I almost slit my wrist with a wet noodle but me and seeing my own blood would've just made me pass out before I could make the cut any deeper.

Then I thought about taking me a fist full of Ambein....but really one will just do and I didn't feel out my prescription and my doctor is giving me the side eye when I tell him that I have trouble sleeping, cause my ass keeps falling asleep everytime he tells me about eating healthy.

So after I had my period and change my tampon, I remembered I had a pair of balls and manned up and got over that shit. What saved me from becoming a cadaver? There are three things....well there are more than three but shit I don't have the time to be writing them all down. The three random things that make me smile are: Baby Jesus, Music and Writing.

I already know you are looking at Baby Jesus and asking yourself, 'Dude, really?' Don't doubt the Baby Jesus. Its what made Talledega Nights funny.

When I listen to music it inspires me to write. When I write it inspires me to listen to music. A wonderful circle of passion that I thank Baby Jesus for creating. Music will help you remember your first kiss, puppy love...or some repressed memory of you and a Catholic priest. Please save it for Maury. This is my soapbox.

Today I told a very good friend that my job was killing my spirit. Well not really killing it persay...just sapping the life out of me. She said: NOTHING IN THIS WORLD CAN EVER KILL YOUR SPIRIT. After texting back to her thank you and please stop yelling your right next to me, I came home to the comforting sounds of Hinder and Hootie and the Blowfish playing in my car.

Then for an instant pick me up, GLEE
, was the car battery to the nipples jump I needed to get out of this funk. Then I came to the Net and decided not to watch porn and listened to music from N.E.R.D. to Lil Wayne to some other crap about Hindu whistle monkeys...then I told my neighbor to stop smoking weed on his porch cause I was getting a contact high.

My point to this blog is this: Don't ever give up your dreams. If you do you become a Republican...or worse: Sarah Palin.This clip from Family Guy always cheers me up!

Be sexy fantastic in a world full of ugly

Positively Alexzander

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