Thursday, July 12, 2018

Skin war

Last month the state of CA said I still owed them $12.08 for 2017. They sent me two letters to this affect in one week. Angry CA, grrrrr! I paid the $12.08, they cashed the check, but then I received a third letter yesterday telling me now I still owed the state 78 cents in penalties, and 12 cents interest. Are we friends on FB? I posted the letter on FB. The letter further went on to say if I didn’t pay 90 cents, not dollars, 90 cents, within 15 days they were going to garnish my wages. I almost want them to, just to see the look on my boss’s face when they notify her.😂🤣 #90pennies — I knew the state of CA was in a bad way. If my 90 cents will end homelessness in Los Angeles, the check is in the mail tomorrow morning ASAP! 

I’m seriously writing CA a check for 90 cents. 

Oh my.

Dear California, 

I didn’t mean to hurt you. It just wasn’t working out between us. The time we spent together was amazing. We laughed. We cried. We experimented. I grew with you as a person and as a woman. I wouldn’t have stayed with you for over 20 years if I didn’t love you. It’s not you. It’s me. I love you. I’m just not in love with you. It’s time to let me go. We both need to move on with our lives. I wish you the best, always. Please stop mailing me these petty tax threats. We’re better than this. Can we still be friends? 

For the record, anyone who uses a Judge Judy gif to get savage, is my friend, unless of course you’re a feminist. If you’re a feminist you will never get my support. Ever. Is there a Judge Judy gif for delusional 50 year old women who think they’re sexy like they’re 21? Of course there is. Eye roll! Nothing more eerie than seeing mothers sexually compete with daughters, especially out in public. You wear that Forever 21 Coca Cola crop tee, Mrs Krabappel! 

If only women cared more about raising their children to be good and healthy humans after forcefully squeezing them out between their legs, instead of taking whorish pictures on Instagram, maybe then there would be less hookers dangerously walking the streets every year just to feed themselves. Crackerjack parenting job, moms. And I say moms, because it’s your body, your choice, remember? 

You can hate our current president, I don’t care if you do, there’s always going to be someone in that office people hate, but when you blame the person sitting in that office as being the result of personal bad public behavior, you’re a disgrace. I’m talking to you George Lopez. If the best political rebellion you’ve got is public urination, than not only is your game of strategy pathetic, you’re a disgrace as an educated man. 

It’s called pride. Get some. 

I have a world more compassion and respect for outdated hippies who live in their vans on Venice beach selling their wares on the boardwalk by day, and doing whatever hippies do at night, especially when their beloved world known mantra is PEACE, LOVE and HAPPINESS; opposite anyone who’s goal for the day is to get laid, or photo opp on social media.

Divide and conquer. 

Believe it.

Choose your friends wisely.


Day on. 

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