Depression? Doesn’t exactly inspire you to write. I’m not doing so well right now, and can’t really think of anything to blabber about. So, I’ll leave it up to you. What would you like me to write about? Leave a comment- let me know.
Meanwhile, I am going in search of my motivation, and rainbows. Yes, rainbows. Those fucking leprechauns stole my happiness and it’s hidden at the end of the rainbow in a pot of gold. My luck, it’s a pot of poo, and I’ll have to dive in, arm first, just like I had to one time back on the ranch while palpating a cow to see if it was pregnant. So, maybe it was the cow’s vagina, but whatever. Orifices of those proportions lose the distinction of being vagina or arse.
My life rocks.
Why not chronicle the malaise you’re going through? Maybe it’s because I suffer from bipolar disorder, but commiserating with others who are suffering depression and the like is always therapeutic. Or try floating some of your creative pieces. It seems like your loyal readers would be good people to bounce ideas off of.
Have I told you lately that I love you?
(((HUGS))) I hope you find your motivation and rainbows
Those stupid freakin’ leprechauns!
Darn those leprechauns. They stole my children too.
The visual of your arm up a cow’s vag makes me giggle. And throw up a little.
Let have a party and beat the shit out of the leprechauns!!
Hope you’re feeling better soon!