My Bitch Box

I have another blog that I've been writing in for a couple years now but I noticed that it was turning too much into me ranting and raving as opposed to stories of my (for now, non-existent - and I hope I'm not jinxing myself here) sexual escapades.

Being that it's the second day of Virginia (bka A Period - the main causer of what shall be known as The Rage), I'm still feeling kind of bitchy - even though I've been walking around with huge ass smiles all day to counteract The Rage. So this is the perfect day for me to start this f'n blog.

It's difficult for me to curse, even though I was worse than a sailor in middle and halfway through high school, so I tend to say "f'n" and "m-f'n", "ish", "itch!", etc.

ILikeUWhenImHigh.

I stole that from Jamie Foxx. On one of his appearances on 10.6.&.Pa.rk right before the second phase of his music career blew up, he played a snippet of a song that was supposed to be on his upcoming album.

I now realize that I got excited for nothing 'cause it must have been a joke.

Nevertheless, he sang:

I like you better when I'm high
I like you better when I'm messed up

I fell in love with that 'cause it ain't nothin' but the truth in a lot of situations.

So here I am. The official Bitch Box of ILikeUWhenImHigh.

I shall check in randomly and post whatever crazy or random or bothersome or nagging or pissed-me-off or made-me-want-to-kill ish that happens to bother me to the point where I need to get it out SOMEHOW and the only way I can do that is here. So this is where it'll be.

Maybe I'll post some funny ish too.

Something like what just happened while I'm sitting here typing my own personal ish away...

Ag, the 50-something lady in the office just came to my desk with bagels in her bra, saying, "I'm competing with you guys." Yes, that really did just happen.

Why? 'Cause I came to the realization that the head boss is into big boobs so he'll only really speak to women when they have something he wants to see. Which is why he mostly ignores or mistreats the office secretary. 'Cause she's probably a B cup and he ain't tryin' to see that with all these C and D cups around here.

Wow. I already feel at home in this space. :)