lookin' it, not feelin' it.

i got dressed up.
no.
i didn't get all fancified and gussied,
but i did put on my fresh-to-death colors,
and that, coupled with those cupcakes, kids?
i'm sayin',
i was eleven kinds of ready for a righteous snow day.
that's the truth.
instead,
it turned out to be a gelid, gelatinous glob of ungregarious garrulousness.
mmmhmm.
i said a lot of sh!t,
and none of it was any good.
damn.
that's a hard style for heart day.
i blame the doo-doo buttery humbugs who were hatin' on the holiday spirit.
anyway,
i had my head-to-toe reds and pinks on point,
and i'm pretty sure i looked precise,
the thing of it is- i felt inaccurate.
teleport:

aww.
womp womp.
a beat-up bathroom selfie jauns,
closing out a day filled with disappointment.
what?
oh.
i'm talking about a whole day being disappointing in almost every way.
(the cupcakes were preposterously expert)
no, it's cool, really-
i heard yesterday that people who complain live longer and are happier overall.
so get ready, because if you thought i was a real downer before?
i'm preppin' to get my flame-spit flying even hotter and farther...
yeah.
that's right.
i'm probably gonna live forever.
i suffered through a sh!t-salad saturday of stormswept savages,
driving out for matching tattoos.
i'm serious.
that was my thing.
all damned day.
no jokes.
apparently,
if you smell like bologna, and you're SOOO F*ing in love
with a similarly-scented cold cut of a human,
you match 'em up, and make my day a smear of skidmarkin' magic.
ew!
so gross.
***********
oh, yeah......
also,
i made some valentine art.
yep.
check the teleport:

barbarian love.
bald underbitin' orcs and their angry lovin'?
i'm about that life, for sure.
so that's that.
*
eloquence?
not today.
loquacity?
no thanks.
tattbombin' crap-slaps all day?
that's a foregone conclusion.
cold, old, and busted?
today is the day;
never quiet, never soft.....