It’s A Fuck It Kind Of Day


What up! What up! What up my peeps! Today is Tuesday September 11, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for two month and twenty-four days or rather yet, eighty-five days. As always, I feel like Tony the tiger… GRRRRREAT!

On a fuck it kind of day note! This morning, after taking a three-day weekend from the salt mines, I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that I haven’t shaved in about a week. For a few seconds, I really thought about shaving, but then I said… NAH! FUCK IT! I’ll just go into the salt mines looking like this. Hey look! My stupidvisors don’t give a rat’s ass how I look when I walk in, all they care about is, that I do make it into the salt mines and that by the end of the day, the work that had been assigned to me is done. Now if I was to show up only wearing my pink Speedos, pink flip-flops and my pink straw hat, then I think they might have a little problem with that. As always, as long as I am not hurting myself, others or breaking any rule or law, I’m not afraid of being myself.

As for my loyal 1.5 readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

P.S. I really don’t own pink Speedos, pink flip-flops or a pink straw hat. I’m just fucking with you. Not that there’s anything wrong with it!

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!