How do I transition into something else?

 What can I do to take me into a better place?

Do I keep revisiting the past? That has not worked.

Do I ignore it and see beyond?

That has not worked.

What do I do to change? 

Free will seems to be a joke and destiny the only true path...why else would people be able to see or predict the future?

I guess my real question is, how do I break the future?!

How do I bend it to make my world better, and for every one else asking the same question.

Because Bezos and Musk are not the answer. They really are scaring me into seeing a very sad future for us.

The Blonde is as broken as the world watching these mega billionaires leave us behind.

Mother of Crest, OUCH!!!

Fucking Crest Charcoal 3D brilliant white toothpaste. My teeth are killing me, assholes!

My exercise regime is not a regime at all

but it works for me! 

Muscle memory is what your body needs, never let it go Alzheimer on your muscles! 

Seriously, do what you can to move in a meaningful way. This is a reminder to self. 

Cinq times a day, I get on my rowing machine for deux and a half minuits, have a glass of wine and a quarter of my vape, rest for quatre heures binge watch Squid Games or other Netflix shit, repeat this process. 

Because what does the Blonde have, if not her health.

The Grey Man

or the boogie man....

I wanted to paint over him, but it was easier to spill blood on her body and leave his face.

Blood shed!

I spilled red paint and dripped it over her on purpose. I think it killed the grey man I kept seeing in the painting. Spirits are strong tonight. And watching this spooky vampire series is not helping. Have you seen NOS4A2?

I hated her head, so I ripped it off!

Channeling William Blake

Not until you step outside of the painting and crop the demons...then you see.

This Blonde is watchng way too much Huluween!

Talking vagina

I think my vagina has something to say and it is coming out in my work.

Dicks at iFit! You don't need to activate it!

 I bought a Proform rowing machine with a giant red sticker telling me I had to activate iFit to make my machine work. 

WRONG!!!

And these clever little bastards made sure their button looks like a sticker on the screen.

Well, it is not. It is a button and hold it down for 5 seconds, and your exercise machine will work without activation.

Dicks!

Linkedin, how far does Elon rule?

Every social media blocks the little hint of him being a dick! Antoher blocked post: Hey, you can't say anything about a certain person on LinkedIn, Twitter, FB, etc... or they will put your post into the space lock and push it out in the vast X nowhere. But I still want to say, Austin misses this songbird and ATX does not know who she is nor cares. Change is not always good. It is just people taking opportunity to make more money. and pay less taxes without thinking twice about the locals who built this place. https://lnkd.in/euS5M7B9 #atx #austin #musicianslife #musicnews

Oh No, No! My Pretty Austin Songbird!

 How did I miss this? 

Ahhh, passive aggressive driver, did I make you mad Punkin?

We have a light getting out of our general hood area, and there are some that like to take their sweet ass time out of the light. 

Every once and now and then, I like to remind them they are being a dick or Mrs. Douche by gunning it behind them and taking the turn on the second lane. 

 This time, I took the outer lane to get passed the light, got in the left, swerved back into the right and cut of the lacksidasical ( yeah my made up word for millennial pricks ) prick taking his time through the light.

He than ventured on to follow me into my gas station with my peeps, where they all know and love me. I could feel him steaming but too afraid to say anything in front of my gas station gang. I almost said something, but I stopped myself, rather him be steamed about nothing other than his self-centered world and leaving me to stay through another stop-light. 

 Why give the dick the satisfaction. Right?

Well, that fucker was still steaming and followed me back home half-way like I was going to do another break-check on him. Oh, yes did I forgot to mention that part--- don't trail my car's ass like you want to fuck it or I will break-check you! 

 I just ignored him as he tried to follow and then he just left on the exit out of my hood with his tail tucked in. 

 My favorite part is that he will be milling this over in his head, hating himself for not being brave enough to say anything to me. 

 I know that feeling, and I am happy to help him figure out that saying something hurts less than keeping it in! 

 Life lesson by the Blonde! 

 PS. I have over 20 years of abuse logged on this blog and yes, sometimes PTSD gets the best of me with the wrong liquor - aka: vodka and shitty whiskey. But I have never gone after someone, so as a dick that is stone cold sober, what the fuck?