Me, Myself, + Music Monday: 04/02/2018: The Crunchtime 2 Impeach Manwhore in Chief Is On Edition

I’m just a Sucker for Pain…  -Imagine Dragons, Sucker for Pain (Chorus), from the Suicide Squad soundtrack


Siblings of the Universal Social Scene:

I’m listening to Epic Rap Battles of History Radio on Pandora as Rosé Archangel Morgan (my first account, that is), and I’m listening to Heathens by twenty one pilots from the same cinematic soundtrack, from which I quoted in the beginning of this post.  The past 2.5 weeks has been hell.  First it’s Chris Pratt and Anna Faris, now it’s the Channing Tatum + Jenna Dewan…..?  It’s fucking TRUMP’s fault!!!!! I KNEW that from Inauguration Day.  I’m so angry I just want to impeach every motherfucker, left and right, I just…….don’t care…..anymore.  I’m so sorry, but I hope every Republican is fucking happy with this, ‘kay?  I can’t fucking EVEN.  I’m sorry, but I’m trying to keep from raising my voice in reality.

I had my copy of Lost Seasons 2-4 on DVD sold to a mutual friend of my mother’s.  I was so cross I had to turn my back to keep myself from doing a fatal blow on someone, then, after thinking it over, I just left it at that, knowing that God will provide.  Today…..Christ made it so.  I have Lost Seasons 4 + 5 on Blu-ray, which isn’t so bad, after all.  Today, I ordered the To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before series [To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before, P.S.:  I Still Love You, Always + Forever, Lara Jean] by Jenny Han, and the GrishaVerse [Shadow + Bone, Siege + Storm, Ruin + Rising] by Leigh Bardugo on my thriftbooks app.  I took $5 off the total amount, and, sure enough, bought a soda at one of the vending machines at the 5 Points city bus terminal, so I’m so ecstatic about having them all in the mail by next week….or earlier, God willing.  By the time I turn 26, on Monday, April 30, I’ll have all six seasons of Lost, and some more books on my shelves in the closet.  *tee hee*.  I could accept co-parenting, as long as both sides don’t go bitter, like my mother had been towards the piece of shit I no longer call my father….and, you know what?  I’m a let Trump go to jail…and let Bubba kill his ass, once that happens.  Until that happens, however, forever love….will be a fantasy.  That’s all I’m saying on this.  I’ve neither time nor tolerance for bullshit.  I know a few family members and friends that aren’t used to me being blue bullheaded sayings, but, hey, then again, whatcha gon’ do?  (By the way, Blockers is one excuse of a movie I ain’t watching.  Fuck it.  Nice try, John.  Get your friend, Daniel Bryan, a cousin for his daughter to play with, so I won’t be so Gordon Ramsay on your ass, okay?  Jesus.)  Oh, before I forget, 3 days of Pandora Premium are waiting for y’all.  By the time I finish writing this blog post, you should be enjoying those 3 days of the shit by now.  I’m just saying, though.  I hope teens that appeared on Cops either got an MMA career…..or just asked Dr. Phil for a job.  I’m only saying.

I need to get myself to knowing that my boyfriend blocked me for my own good….Maybe I need to quit stalking people and start doing some fanfiction.  Where to begin, though?  Damn.  I can’t wait until he starts talking to me again, so I won’t be feeling anxious anymore, damn.  I can’t even wait until I can screenshot James’ face and put him on my blog again, but, until then….books from WHI is the best option.  Goddamn it, James!  Where are you at, baby boy?  He still loves me…..I may not know it, though.  I’m such a beautiful mess, damn.  It’s time for me to post, shower, + call to get to the daycare earlier than 10 am tomorrow morning.

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