Mom has been gone for so long. She’s starting to get lazy in her progress. When she comes home, I will not tolerate any laziness, she is going to exercise and get better whether she likes it or not.
I’ve been watching Trisha Paytas burn her channel to the ground. I’ve been watching Youtube videos about how to care for a cow’s hoof.
I’m on Hulu right now and have skipped through the movie Bohemian Rhapsody to the Live Aid concert because I need to feel something other than this dread. I have to take care of her while having my hands full with Lexi.
I took some Klonopin and I’m still awake. Not anxious anymore but I still don’t want to go to sleep and later on today I have things to do.
For now I just want to watch one of my favorite moments in cinematic history.
I’ll get choked up but so what. Watching a tortured genius tends to make one misty-eyed.
So you were friends with someone for a long time and they were talking shit about you behind your back for the duration of your friendship. If you had any sense in your head you would know that someone like Shane Dawson, who talks shit about everyone behind their backs, means that they are talking about YOU too. It is just a given.
Make one statement regarding how you feel about breaking up with a friend and let it freakin’ go already. You don’t see me making endless blog posts about somebody I thought was a friend turning on me, and I have an actual diagnosed mental illness that has left me too disabled to work a regular 9-5 job or a lot of the times makes everyday mundane tasks like cleaning a room feel like a Herculean effort, unlike you with your fake multiple personality crap. I take my meds, I talk to my therapist once a week, I try to at the very least to do all of the chores my parents ask me to do around the house while being a single mother to a nonverbal kid who has not been paid a lick of child support. I have to do unconventional things to make money for myself because even though I don’t have a “real job”, you are never ever going to catch me mooching or stealing off of any of my family members or anybody I consider a friend. Yes I would love if people donated to my blog all the time or that I could get bigger tips or that I could get more steady freelance work during this God-awful pandemic, but you don’t see me whining about it as much as you whine about Shane being two-faced.
I will always find my own way of making money first before I ever become dependent on a family member or a loved one to pay for all my expenses. Whatever money I get is in good faith and I’m not afraid to even donate a couple of bucks here and there. My life does not revolve around money, but clearly yours does.
If I can manage to shut up about the end of a friendship and move on, you can too.
When is the last time we saw Trisha go to this extent about pedophilia? When is the last time we saw Trisha pretend to masturbate to the poster of an underage child? She does not have the same consistent behavior when it comes to this particular subject. Demonitize Trisha for being too problematic, not because of her non-existent constant pedo jokes.
Katie Joy’s shenanigans give me flashbacks to all of the Myspace bloggers and their pathetic attention whoring behavior I had to deal with from a group of bitter pedantic hags who were knee deep in a midlife crisis, smoking a bowl of weed or downing the giggle water, desperate to take their wrath out on anyone over the fact that they have lost their minds realizing they peaked in high school. Or as a writer, peaked on Myspace.
They are dinosaurs shifted and dusted from the rubble of that clusterf*ck of a social network. So many writers that had potential but were too chicken sh*t to stick their neck out and try to get paid for their writing like I did. I’ll be damned if all of my best content was going to be going down with that Titanic failure. I came, I saw, I conquered, and unlike some people, I moved on.
I share this “tea” with you because there is nothing under the sun anyone can come up with that I have not already seen insofar as internet publicity stunts *cough*Gabbie Hannah*cough* go. It has all be done by either a troll like me or Tila Tequila. Trish Paytas wouldn’t even exist if Tila had not paved the path for future publicity whores like her. We did it for the lulz. This next generation has replaced “lulz” with “memes”. It’s still the same troll product, just packaged under a different name. It isn’t even up for debate the way Taylor Ham and porkroll are, and that is a debate that has lived on since the year 1856.
Listening to your elders is a good thing. Always remember that.