The Skull Fractures of LIfe!

It's a rant of sorts.  Mostly I'm just bored.  We all know I get sucked in to shit.  If shit is around, I'm drawn to it.  If it's a bad situation, I sure as hell am going to run as hard as I can toward it.  I love a good challenge.  

Take my life for instance.  Marriage.. yeppers before the Great King, I married shit.  Sucked me in faster than a cow in quick sand.  Only thing good about that asswipe fucktard was he had one good swimmer.  Well, the horny ole bastard had a lot more than one, but I only got one.  He believed in spreading the swimmers around. 

Happy Easter!

I am spending it in the ER with my favorite gator.  Seems the Easter Bunny can not swim very fast.  Also appears my favorite gator is allergic to Bunnies.  So here we are, waiting to see if they can save a gator.

It all started out very innocent.  The Easter Bunny bid Santa Clause and the Tooth Fairy a good evening and headed out on his annual run.  Hopping house to house hiding eggs and filling baskets.  When, he came upon the Royal Kingdom.

Knowing my hookers have gone forth and produced, he knew he had to hit the castle.  So, being a great mythical Bunny God he jumped into the mote and started to swim toward the castles.  Unfortunately , no one gave my gators the memo about Easter, Bunnies that shit out chocolate eggs and the hiding of brightly colored eggs.  All my gators heard at 4:00 A.M. was a splash.

Newest Gov. Program! Let's get behind it with our dollars!

  Do you ever think about your life?  What you endured.  Who you loved and lost? I REALLY try not to do that much.  It bothers me.  I didn't have a fun childhood.  I screwed up my life with a couple marriages that never should have been.  But.. I did do one thing right... I made the Princess.. aka PWT.

I can say, I was never arrested for weed,, or for assault,,, or stalking... so I did do a few things right.  But still, I did a lot of things wrong.

I wonder if I went back and did it again if I would change anything.  I don't really think I would.  I think what I did helped me get through what I was trying to get through.  I think what I lived through made me a stronger, tougher person.

 Because of what I went through, I have no need to be where I'm not wanted.  I would make a terrible stalker because I really don't worry about people who don't want me around.    I would never sneak around and watch what someone is doing, because my life can't go on without knowing.   I would not have the urge to sneak into their backyard to watch them.  While I had a stalker for twenty years, I could never understand why he was so interested.  He was inspired by my every mood, every move, and every word.

No way would I let another person have that kind of control over me.  My life is too busy to have time to do that.  Why would anyone, in today's world, with so many choices, want to be a stalker?

I also know that my past is the reason I could never be a stalker.  I have practiced the fine art of walking away for 50 + years.  I've become a pro at it.  No one in this life (other than the few family members I have) could influence me enough that I would want to stalk them.

What kind of life would someone have to have lived, to become a stalker?  It makes me feel so sorry for that type of person.  The kind that stalks another person.   The kind that needs to know every thing they do.  That kind of person makes me sad.

Life is so short, you should be out there living it.  You should be watching out for those that love you.  You should be working on making your life better, for you and your loved ones.

I often wonder what a stalkers family and loved ones go through.  The time that is spent stalking another human being, is time taken away from family ... from  life... and from work.

I think we need the government to make a Federal Program.  PETS FOR STALKERS... I think stalkers should all be given a pet.  Pets take your mind off what is bugging you.  I know that, because about the time I'm missing the King, feeling sorry for myself because he had to go and leave me here..TINK has to shit...  Yeppper... a ten  pound dog jumping up and down and giving you that..."TAKE ME OUT OR I'LL SHIT IN YOUR SHOE!" look, takes your mind off what you're focused on.  By the time you get back, you've forgotten what was bugging you..


I would pay 2 cents on the dollar to help support this program.  Think how much money we would save if all stalkers had a pet to worry about.  Ex husbands and Ex wives, could sleep better at night knowing their stalker was busy with their pet.  Bloggers could feel better about blogging their true thoughts if they knew their mean old neighbor lady was too busy with her pet to read her blog.

I'm just saying.. The Queen doesn't come up with good ideas very often, but when I do.. I really expect your government to get behind me and support me..  So, get out a pen and write your representative to explain my plan....  I hope to see..
PETS FOR STALKERS... in action before the year 2014.  So get on board..  We know it works.. we have gators...and we don't stalk anyone.. We throw em in the mote    We just move on..

Have a great day.....   Please pray for a stalker..... it's the right thing to do...
    TAKE ME HOME! The Queen signing off

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Walk a mile in my shoes.  If you do, I will kick your ass!  It will prove you have been in my shoe closet!    Don't judge a book by it's cover! What the F dumbass?  What you don't have a kindle?  Don't even know what the cover looks like!   People who live in glass houses should not throw stones!  WTF?  Glass house?  People who live in glass houses are too stupid to live!   Early to bed, early to rise, makes a person healthy and wise!  Yea, but who's going to know?  You're too fucking boring to talk to!   A penny earned is a penny saved? I don't know what world you live in, but I want to be there.  A penny won't even buy batteries in my kingdom!          

  TAKE ME HOME! The Queen signing off

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A few little hints from an old woman,, who once lived in a shoe!

OK peeps.. here's the deal.. Enough is a freaking nuff.. pile one more thing on my plate and I will puke on your new shoes. I don't give a rats ass how much they cost, how far you traveled to buy them or who you blew to get them..  I will puke on them..   Here is a list of things that totally annoy me.. just in case you want to know. If I have known you 186 days, and you have,, bitched, complained, whined, been sick, hated your job, felt unloved, felt unmotivated, felt stepped on, felt over looked.. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK.   If you spend your entire waking hours, trying to figure out what you can whine about, bitch about, fret about, be upset about, or use to make others feel bad about I DON'T GIVE A FUCK   If you have nothing nice to say about anyone or anything that is a part of your life.. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK   If for some stinking reason you have decided that you want to spend the rest of your life being sick, tired, mad, sad, lazy, fat, skinny, stressed, in turmoil, in crisis, in drama, in over your head.. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK   Get the picture,, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK   get over it, get on with it, drink it, spank it, piss on it, pitch it, save it, hoard it, kill it, love it, hate it, play with it, put it in a box, store it, sell it, break it, fix it,  I DON'T GIVE A FUCK   LIFE IS HERE, RIGHT NOW.. WHAT YOU WERE HANDED.. IF YOU WANT MORE CARDS.. ASK FOR THEM.. IF YOU DON'T LIKE YOUR HAND,, BLUFF,, FOLD.. OR WALK AWAY..   but please,, get the hell out of my face.. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!     END OF RANT..     TAKE ME HOME! The Queen signing off

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