Tag: life
The Thing That Counts Is What’s Inside of My Issues
Ya know, I have been thinking today…
Thinking: my worst enemy, right?
But, I have been thinking how grateful I am for all of you guys who read.
I can never say it enough, but I am extremely blessed.
From the views, to the lurkers, to the comments: Aaaahhhhhh, I get all mushy thinking about it.
Oh shut up, you know your ass is smiling.
I know that we only communicate through words, but those words definitely bring us closer.
I try to write or supply you guys with something nice every day, just to bring us closer.
See, it is all in my master plan of Fox World Domination.
Patience, my Foxes, Hybrids and Wolves out there.
*insert evil genius laugh track here*
That being said…
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The Day It Rained In My Bedroom
Today was a strange day for this Fox.
I sat in my house, practically in the dark and let random thoughts take over me.
I watched television for a little and tried to cheer myself up.
Realistically, I did SHIT besides have a mini meeting to discuss future plans and goals.
I have decided to move forth on a few ventures alone,
since as of late,
I have been treated like SHIT.
But, being alone and in the dark can be dangerous.
It brings about the things that you keep hidden.
Things that causes the worst depressions and thoughts you can’t un-think.
An idle mind truly is the devil’s playground…
It Is Hard To Be The One Who Takes The Peen
It must be hell being a Fox, huh?
I’m asking YOU that question, seriously…
So they are saying that in Fox-dom, we are the lowest common denominator.
We tend to fall victim to all the bullshit going on around us.
We can never have real friends because everyone is always catty.
We can never be too feminine because we fit into that “stereotype” hairdresser or gay boyfriend.
Vixens always think we are some Dr. Phil for their own doomed love lives,
or we are an extended bitch on their shopping trips.
When we do meet a decent Wolf, being together for 2 months = 2 years.
We can never meet a decent Wolf because he only wants a relationship with our ass.
And then, we always must enter every room with our butt cheeks first.
As we see ourselves as the perfect Fox,
we get bombarded with images and ideals of what we “should” be or what we aren’t.
So, my fellow Fox…
Isn’t all that shit just… exhausting?
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FUCK! FUCK! SHIT! FUCK! SHIT!
SMFH.
My world has a series of ups and downs.
I should have a damn reality show with all this fuckery going on,
One minute, I am up and then the next,
I am somewhere on the ground floor wandering around in the lobby.
Sometimes I want to tell Satan, “Oh ok very funny! What’s next?”
… and then I realize he ain’t joking.
He is very intent on making my life hell.
Or, is it me?
Am I the cause of my own problems and I just don’t realize it?
I started to wonder:
Are these my lessons…. or my lapse in the right judgement?
When I Grow Up I Want To Be A Kid Again
To be a young cub again…
Christmas actually meant something when we were kids.
You believe that a fat older man slid down a chimney…
Well wait, for many of us, we didn’t have chimneys because I know I had none…
So, a fat older man who knew how to pick locks…
walked in and planted mysterious presents under a tree.
I heard that he even went in the fridge and ate our milk and cookies too!
It was what made us eager to get up in the morning to see if we were good or not.
And for the next couple days, time went by slowly because we had a week-long vacation to do whatever.
Cartoons, video games, toys, and all you can eat from the fridge.
Sounded like the perfect vacation package to me.
Do you miss being a kid?
YEAH, WELL YOU AREN’T COOL ENOUGH FOR ME ANYWAY.
The need to be liked and appreciated is a BITCH, ain’t it?
I think it all started from our parents.
As kids, we did whatever it took to get their attention.
We did something good, and we got rewarded.
We did something bad and we got punished.
That happened until we got into school and we did things to get and keep our popularity.
Which group did you fit in:
Class clowns
Jocks
Cheerleaders.
The Nerds
Losers
Band Geeks
Emo Kids.
When we leave high school and get to college or even the workplace,
it seems those titles still matter.
Is life still one big high school after high school?
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