Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Haircut Day!!

I love Haircut Day! Nothing else even comes close to how I feel on Haircut Day, except maybe new socks. I f*cking love the feel of new socks, but I already wrote that blog. It is a favourite amongst some of my fans...

Haircut Day, on the other hand, is f*cking stupendous. Nothing can get me down on Haircut Day. A stranger could walk up to me, look me dead in the eye, and call me a "Motherf*cker!" and it wouldn't even phase me. You know why? Because it's Haircut Day!!

On Haircut Day, I am f*cking perfect! Everybody loves me. Everybody wants to be me. Everyone wants to be my friend. Even that c*cksucker who called a "motherf*cker", wants to be my friend.

People often are jealous of me, on Haircut Day! I suspect because I am so calm, cool, and collected. I'm like Teflon. Shit just runs off me and nothing sticks. My only regret is, that Haircut Day only comes every six weeks or so. So when the clock winds down on Haircut Day, it is to my great disadvantage that everything else in life, seems to pale in comparison.

Oh. I do not deny that I can mask most of the horrendous shit that comes flying my way the other 5weeks and 6days until my next haircut. But like a sifter, some shit gets through. However, it is how I deal with the remaining shit. I can let it affect me, which can be devastating sometimes. OR, I can rise above it. Use that sifted shit as fuel. Fuel for my cleverness and yes, I'm being humble when I say this, my f*cking brilliance.

Some of my greatest accomplishments and ideas have come from sifting through the shit. I think it is, perhaps, residue left over from Haircut Day. I have recently endured an atom blast that seemingly obliterated my very being, and while most people would rather curl up into a ball and ride the shit storm through, my cockiness and shear brilliance has allowed me, once more, to prosper from the shit. I shall survive until my next Haircut Day.

Unfortunately, I got my hair cut only yesterday, so I've another 5 weeks and 5 days of shit to endure, but f*ck it! I'm a motherf*cking survivor. Nothing can kill me! I'm invinsible! Just like I am on Haircut Day.

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But you know what the best part of Haircut Day is for me? I.. AM.. ONE.. SEXY... BITCH!!! Oh it's true! It's goddamned true! Oh my brotha.... TESTIFY!!!!

Later!!


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