ORIGINAL ANGSTA

What in the name of baby Jesus is going on here? In a matter of a week my life has gotten messy, dirty feet type messy. Like hobbit feet with less fur. I have found myself in somewhat of a pickle. And I FUCKING HATE pickles. So what’s a girl to do, reevaluate and move on? I am struggling, I have spent the last 4 years of my life in jobs that lack investing. I just show up or do the work that is required and then cash the check. No room for growth, no skills required. I killed time. That expression sucks my planets ( shout out to my son)! “Killing Time”… but it’s of the essence…time is suppose to be on your side, yes it is. Well time, sorry about that whole killing thing, lets say I buy you a beer, and you make my life better, say with a job. I need to catch a break. I’m being all woe is me and shit, but listen, I’m 31 years old, my work history is crap and jobs are scarce. I use to be able to rely on my good looks and full bosom. Seriously, trying to bring that word back, tell your friends. Alas, my looks have faded~ my bosom still rocks, however, it is overshadowed by my ginormous ass. Perhaps a hiatus is in order, 6 months of hard-core training at the gym, maybe a beefed up resume. A sabbatical of sorts. Redefine myself. Maybe start going by my middle name Lorraine, you can call me Rainie for short. Identity crisis much? Can a mid-life crisis happen in ones thirties, I always though it was a forties thing. Maybe I’m advanced. Maybe I need to pull my emo head out of my ass.

And to all you, “it could be worse” people. Kick rocks. It’s my blog and I’ll be angsty if I want to.

Oh why are there no plus sized strip clubs?!