We made it through another year.
I find it funny, that I survived the past year without the help of yet another self help book.
Have you read "The Subtle Art of not Giving a Fuck"?
\Yeah, well, I read it and can tell you, it is full of old shit that is not news to anyone.
He is clever with prose, I will give Manson that, but his stories are not quite accurate and more to the point of being bullshit he concocted to fit his agenda.
The hippie Suzuki? Really?
The musicians dumped before a record deal> Did he talk to those fuckers?
Dude, love the writing. You are a brilliant storyteller, but a self-help guru? NOT!! AT FUCKING ALL!
For those of us already self-aware, we flip through the mundane and over y used shit.
You can read his shit at markmanson.com...OOP, sorry, the sad fucker is a .net dude.
And no doubt some will call me out on my critique and assume I am jealous, but that just makes me laugh now that I read the book!
The Blonde finds all self-help books do one thing...help the author make money, and do nothing but distract and annoy the dumb asses who read it!
I use to say, sign me up.
But I have learned the hardest thing to do in one's life is to leave the comfort zone.
This means you leave the ground underneath you, you yank the roots which grounded you, and you turn on the people who thought loved you but understand they only had a vested interest in keeping you down.
But if you can stand the fear, the backlash, and loneliness for a bit...than you will have wings to go any where you want.
I will explain more later...but there is more love than you can imagine beyond that comfort zone.
Especially when your comfort zone was some fucked up shit.
When shit creeps in, light a proverbial candle.
This one is my favorite.
The Blonde says, Amen.
Oh fuck, I cant't remember.
I do know, I listened to this after it:
The Blonde lives with regrets every day.
Never try to date a psychiatrist if you have skeletons in the closet.
I have washed most of my life's history away.
Why do I need someone to try and bring it up again?
I think my Dad agrees with me.
After hanging up with the Hack Doctor, I went to the bathroom and switched the light on.
All 4 bulbs from the chandelier blew.
Not just burned out, but actually blew and popped and sparked.
I got it Daddy, no more guys that mind fuck me.
No more bringing up things in the past that will not help my future.
The Blonde hears you loud and clear!
P.S. Thank you...no dark roads for me any more.
I have a love/hate relationship with Match.
Mostly hate Match because of the guys but love Match because of the stories I get to write about the guys.
So thank you.
Still not giving you free ads, biatch.
So this time is purely for enjoyment and stories.
So let's get into it:
Right off the bat, met up with married men who lies like an Aubusson rug at Saks.
Smooth as silk, but lit with a match would have a stench.
This guy was not worth a match, his carpet is made of polyester and he melted under all his lies.
Do I feel sorry for his wife? No, it is not like she is my friend. I could care less.
Will I see this dude again?
The question mark was sarcasm.
But if you are in for some really incredible golf clubs...this guy hand makes them out of a small warehouse here in lil' ole Texas.
I have more stories, like the super-stoned psychiatrist with a successful family mental health practice.
The Blonde is back on Match!
You got it!
You got that interview that you have worked all your life for.
Your head starts spinning in only one direction....
Not only a presentation, but the presentation that will nail it.
At this moment, you feel like a gambler with the winning hand.
You are placing all bets and calling.
And you have no idea what the other cards are.
At this moment, it is perfect.
Almost, so perfect you don't want the interview, because at this moment life feels too good.
And if that contract does not come through, you lost your life savings on one bet.
Just the fact I got the invited to the table means I did something right in my career.
And I am not leaving the fucking table.
I worked too had to get here.
The Blonde calls!!
Double fist down!
Somethin' is coming....
Calm the fuck down.
I know what you were thinking!
Don't get all citizen moron on me and call 911!
The Blonde is busy with Xmas shit.
I really hope the gov't figures out how to take guns away from provincial understudies of the world.
Oh, duh...the gov't is mostly made up of provincial understudies.
The Blonde says, "Yeah we, are fucked"