Frozen peas

I got to thinking about stuff. It strikes me that we worry about stuff. But stuff that isn't so important. Like "Oh MY FUCKING GOD my phone is completely shit" or "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I got a parking ticket, BASTARD!". And you know that shit is like so fucking unimportant really. It just doesn't fucking count. So why are we all getting so fucked up on unimportant shit, then forgetting to say "Hi" to the people that count. It's just fucking wrong.

I could go my WHOLE fucking life without ever saying shit like that. Without pointing out that the big shit is actually just the little itty-bitty shit. I've got Blog freedom though, and I don't mind sharing with you, my beautiful bouncing web baby.

Take me for example. I've got a fucking bunch of grey hair. So many fucking shallow people I know say shit like "you should dye your hair" or "oh man why have you grown that?", I'm like "Hey FUCK YOU. This is MY FUCKING HAIR. I WANT to fucking SEE it, and I'll tell you what, you can fucking EAT ME because I'm not stopping baby. I'm fucking Rock 'N' Roll Hotdog honey, I'm fucking A to the mutherfuckering K BIG BOY. So float me over there and PIPE THE FUCK DOWN." You know, it's me. ME, and that's all. I don't need fucking brown hair. I don't need COOLISM. I watched people try to invent cool, and I watched them never get laid. I don't care if you don't like silver fucking hair.

I DO.

IT'S MINE.

And I'm growing it - - - Just for you.
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