I’m Too Depressed To Go On You’ll Be Sorry When I’m Gone

I know. I haven't posted. I think I'm depressed. Or falling into a depression. Or word it however you want. But it is what it is. Things are just all falling to shit and as much as I'm trying my best to "stay positive" or "think good thoughts" it's hard asf when things in life … Continue reading I’m Too Depressed To Go On You’ll Be Sorry When I’m Gone

It’s Gettin’ Hot In Herre, So Take Off All Your Clothes I Am, Gettin’ So Hot, I Wanna Take My Clothes Off

It has been a stressful few weeks here for me in my house. Last summer I lent my car to my sister for a minute while she was her to drive to my grandpas. Fine whatever. But she brought it back with the air conditioner broken. So I left it as is, since it was … Continue reading It’s Gettin’ Hot In Herre, So Take Off All Your Clothes I Am, Gettin’ So Hot, I Wanna Take My Clothes Off

Time To Take A Stand And Save Our Future Like We All Got Shot / Throwing Up Our Hands Don’t Let Them Shoot Us ‘Cause We All We Got, We All We Got God Ain’t Put Us On The Earth To Get Murdered, It’s Murder

Phew. A lot of emotions. Just a heads up I don't have a clear plan of what I'm going to write today because there are currently so many things going through my head. I'm just trying to organize my mind so I can get on with my day. My kids and I have been talking … Continue reading Time To Take A Stand And Save Our Future Like We All Got Shot / Throwing Up Our Hands Don’t Let Them Shoot Us ‘Cause We All We Got, We All We Got God Ain’t Put Us On The Earth To Get Murdered, It’s Murder

For 400 Years You Had Your Knees On Our Necks A Garden Of Evil With No Seeds Of Respect In America’s Mirror All She Sees Is Regret Instead Of Letting Blood Live They Begging For Blood Let

Here’s a text conversation I never thought would have to take place. As a mom, I talk about it all with my kids, as most of my readers know by now. We've discussed drugs. We've talked about God and religion. We've had in depth chats about where babies come from and the intimacy of relationships. … Continue reading For 400 Years You Had Your Knees On Our Necks A Garden Of Evil With No Seeds Of Respect In America’s Mirror All She Sees Is Regret Instead Of Letting Blood Live They Begging For Blood Let