This Is Over Due

I Haven't Really Focused Enough To Write. Being An Emotional Person Takes It's Toll On MY Body, Mind And Soul. After What Feels Like A Decade I Finally Finish My Stint Of Probation. Not Without The Above Average Slips Ups And Fuck Ups That I'm Gracious I Can Still Blame On My Youth.

But As My Mind Was Being Threatened By My Self Doubt And Jealous Bitches. I Fell Off Completely. I Feel Like What Manatee's Must Feel For The Last Century. Sluggish, Yes. Losing More And More Space As Society Has Kept Moving Fast Around. My Strong Herd Of Sea Cows, Quickly Being Extinguished By My Own Slow Algae Growing Asshole Self Hasn't Changed.


GIFSoup

So Now The Sea Cow Is An Attraction. Not The Glamorous Mythical Mermaids I Once Was. I Stopped Blogging. I Lost My Will To Over Share To An Extent. But If A Friendly Kayaker Brought Me Lettuce And Whiskey I'd Easily Swim Near You For Your Brief Vacation To Florida....


UGH America. Do You See What I Just Did? I Described My Mental And Physical Existence To A MANATEE. Those Fuckers Get Hit By Boats And Ridden By Drunk Frat Boys. Errr Yeah. I Mean. This Has Become A Little Bit More Soul Baring Then I Was Planning On To...Again. My Head Space Has Become A Broken Motel Clad, Prozzy Infested Strip In The Worst Part Of Southern Florida.


It's Summer Time In The Hamptons. I Really Need To Stop Sweating The Small Stuff And Take Control Of My Fate. I Say....Give The Manatee's Bath Salts And Let Them Have A Fucking Surviving Chance. No? All I Know Is I'm Not Letting Something As Annoying As Algae To Ruin My Life. Even If It Appears Every Time The Water Starts To Get A Little Too Hot. 


Things MUST Have Been Rough For Me If I'm Comparing My Brain To The Worst Place On The Planet. FLORIDA....Ugh

Life, Happy Places And Lindsay

After Lindsay's Stale Performance On SNL Last Week I've Been In A Serious Life Evaluation Of Myself. If Lindsay Fails It Means I've Failed. Pressure Can Be Deadly And Let's Just Say She Crumbled. I Love Her, I Want Her To Succeed So Much It Hurts Me. So Her Tired Appearence On SNL Wasn't Her Best But It's Hard To Get Back Into The Swing Of Things If You Haven't Been On Your Game.

But I Have Faith She'll Overcome This, America Loves A Comeback Kid And I Want Her To Be The Best She Can Be. She'll Kill It As Liz Taylor....


I've Been Without Health Insurance For 3 Months Because I'm AN Asshole And Didn't Realize I Have To Renew It Every 6 Months. Which Is A Crock Of SHit Because I Plan My Doctors Appointments 3 Months In Advance Because Of My Medical Condition. So All Day I've Been Making Phone Calls To Doctors, Hospitals And Insurance Companies. My Health Is A Major Issue For Me. I Have A Condition That Could Cause Cancer And Diabetis BLAH BLAH BLAH. Stressful Stuff That I Can Barely Type Out Or Even Talk About Because It's So Annoying To Discuss In Details.

So Instead I'm Going To Take A Note From TV And Go TO My Happy Place.




I Also Watched Last Week's New Girl Where Nick Thinks He Has A Cancerous Tumor/Growth On His Neck....I'm Not Afraid Of Dying.

I'm Afraid Of My Medical Bills.

That Shit Is CRAZY HIGH.

Winning.....DUH!

There's Not Much To Besides WINNING! Also Check Out This!
Charlie Is The Wild Thing. Not Only Is He An Unemployed Winner Surrounded By Pornstars And Coke Dealers But He's On EVERY Single Tv & Radio Show. If I Wasn't Convinced He Was On Drugs I'd Questioned How He's Able To Be So Busy. From Working Out For Major League 3....To Fucking These Girls With His Limp Dingle, Harass His Ex Wives, Insulting His Dad And Alienate The Rest Of His Family, Tweet Non-Stop And Some How Travel To The Bahamas.

Dear Bill

Answer My Calls!

Dear Bill,

You Ignored Me All Last Summer. And The Weather Is Getting Nicer. It's Just Making Me Gear Up For Our True Reunion. I Love You So Much. Your Always Be The Sexiest Man In My Eyes. I'll Even Wear A Beret And Blue Blazer.

Look At Those Hands

I Am The Charlie Sheen Of Bridgehampton

Just When You Think Charlie Sheen Has Cleaned Up His Act Something Goes Wrong. Like His Mercedes Is Found At The Bottom Of A Cliff, Or The Day He Launches His Children's Clothing Line His Soon To Be Ex Wife Leaks His Sexual Habits To TMZ Or His Other Mercedes Gets Stolen And Found At The Bottom Of Another Cliff, Or His Terrible Show Got Picked Up For Another 5 Seasons Or Heidi Fleiss Named 14 Of  Her 78 Crazy Parrots Charlie.

YET Even With ALLLLLL Of That. He's Still Making Bank. Like Serious Bank. Not Even The Whole Cast Of Like All The CSI Shows Make As Much Money As You DO Charlie. I Heard His Show's Ratings Doubled After This Latest Porn Star Locked In A Closet Thing. Very R. Kelly Of You By The Way Charlie. Regurdless.

I Don't Hold This Againist Him. I'm Pretty Sure Him And I Could Be Really Good Friends Some Day. But I Doubt Either Of Us Will Be Living For That Much Longer. But People Like Us Are Kinda Like Cockroaches Or Nikki Sixx. We Live Forever Except For The Exception For Corey Haim That Was A Low Blow For The Monster Living Under A Bridge Theory.

In Conclusion

As Much As I Want To Change And Make The Progress To Change Something Out Of My Control Will Happen.

I Just Hope Someone Will Stop Stealing My Mercedes And Driving Them Off Cliffs.