Grumpy Fuck Bunny in Grape


…one of those days, and it’s only nine in the morning. It’s a fuck day. And not in the good, fun way. It’s one of those days where everything blows up in your face and you don’t have a towel. Hell, you don’t even have a clean shirt to sop it up.

One of those days that is a sick-to-your-stomach, let’s reevaluate everything you thought you knew, now you have to make a new plan kind of day. I need something to make me laugh, to make me remember that this is a small rock in the rock-garden of life, that there is the small but hopeful possibility that tomorrow (okay, at least the day after tomorrow) will not also be a fuck day. I need a giggle, a wiggle, a sexy pair of boots, a dark-eyed man, a funny video, a great song, a hug and a pat on the ass. I need a reminder that I’m strong (rawr) and that this too shall pass.

Whatcha’ got for me?

Kiss kiss bang bang, s.


“It’s not hard to find the truth. What is hard is not to run away from it once you have found it.”