new leases on life!

Now that I'm back scared shitless but totally willing to face this macabre desolate wasteland of my future even with the faintest glimpses of guidance. Well it'd be unfair to say that my guiding light is some dying candle in th wind. A more accurate personification would be that glimmer of water in the sunlight I guess; attractive, blinding and could possibly drown you.

Wow I feel poetic. I suppose about a month or so of sitting on your ass creates some sort of pent up angst am I right? Also this is essentially me trying to unclog this writers clog that I have since this lazy ass of mine can't seem to bring herself to write even when one of the motherfucking muses is basically doing the writing for her ,she still can't be bothered. Therefore excuse the shitty writing for this post.

LIVE LONG AN PROSPER BITCHESSS