Me & “Mr. Negative” Over Here…

…Wanted To Apologize For All The Negativity I’ve Spewed Of Late, My Peeps.

When Things Start Going Wrong For A Person, They Usually Do So In Rather LARGE Clumps.


…Some Have Said I’ve Been Waaaaay Too Harsh On Myself.

Maybe I Have.

Maybe I Haven’t.

Who’s To Say???

Exactly, My Peeps.

But, That’s Not My Current Point.

I’m Talking About My Negative Approach To…


…99.993% Of My Recent Life?!

(((Give Or Take A % Or Two.)))

That Part Is Totally MY BAD.

It Hasn’t Always Been That Way, As You’re Well Award.

I Can BE Negative.

I Am NOT Always This “MR. NEGATIVE” Creature.


…”MR. NEGATIVE” Is All I’ve Been, Though.

It Hasn’t Mattered What It Was…

…Chances Are It PISSED ME OFF.

It’s For THAT, And Mainly That Alone, I’m Really Sorry.

I Can’t Be Sorry For What I Said.

They Were Honest Expressions Of The Moment’s Emotions.

I Can Regret Them…

…But I Can’t Truly Be Sorry For Them.

I Meant Them.


What Have I Learned From This???

Well, I Hate Exterior Drama And How It Perpetuates Itself.

I Create Enough Drama For Myself.

I’m Evidence Of That.

Ain’t That A BIG FO SHO.

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It’s Just Life, Kids.

I Know You Understand My Jive.

It’s Not Set.

Sometimes, I Fu*k-It-Up.

You Do It.


You Could Slow Life Down To The Millisecond, And You’d Still Find A Way To Fu*k-It-Up!


That’s How Life Works.

Goin’ Good…

…Goin’ Good…


…Goin’ Good…

…Goin’ Good…




It Never Fails.

Since I Had The Option, I Blogged During My Issues.

Smart Idea?


The Jury Is Still Out On This One, Judge(s).

BUT, I Remain Hopeful.


I Often Refer To My Blog As An Evolution.

It Is.

I’m Constantly Growing As A Blogger…

…And I Try To Learn More From BOTH My Successes AND My Failures.

Needless To Say…

(((Though I'm Going To Say It)))

…I’m Still Learning.

I’m Finding More And More Folks Seem To Care About My Work When I’m Cranking Out Quotes, Or I’m Discussing Personal Drama.

I’m Not Really Sure How To Take That.

Not YET, Anyway.

So... Are YOU Jivin Me -questionmark-

Can My Life Be Summed Up By A Quotation From THOMAS EDISON?!


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I Have NOT Failed

I’ve Just Found 10,000 Ways That Won’t Work.”

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…He Was (likely) Talking About Light-Bulbs…

…But It FEELS Rather Fitting, Doesn’t It?!

How’z’bout You, My Peeps?!

Does That Quote Just Totally Sum Things Up?!

It Sure As Hell Does For Me…

…And I’m Pretty Sure A LOT Of Y’all Would (likely) Agree With Me.

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I Continue Struggling With This Whole “Positive Outlook” Thing.

In Fact, I Think It’s Hurting Me.

I’m Honestly Not Wired For Positive Feelings.

I Try To Let Them Come Out When I Write, And I Think I Do A Good Job At That.


…The World Does Not Totally Exist In Print.

This Is Simply My Sanctuary.

It’s The Place I Go When Something Needs To Be Expressed.


Because Doing So In The Physical World Simply Doesn’t Work-Out.

I’m Trying, Kids.

I’m Really Trying.

I’m Really REEEEALLY Trying.

But It’s A Rough Slog, And I’m Unsure If I Can Keep-It-Up.

My Sleepless Nights Are Seriously Catching-Up With Me.

I’m Slipping Back Into Being My Normal Self.

My Normal Self That FEELS Like ME.

It’s Everyone Else That’s A Bit Dodgy Of It.

I Can’t Help That I’m Rather Cold…

…Rather Cerebral…

…Rather Blank-Slated.

Emotion Isn’t Something I’m Good At.

It’s Hard To Express Feelings In Person When They’re Feelings I’ve Rarely Experienced.

Over The Phone, It’s Easy To Fake A Positive Feeling.

The Other Person Can’t See That My Expression Hasn’t Changed.

They Just Hear What I Want Them To Hear, And That’s That.

I’m Just Not Sure What To Think.

I Need A Night Where I Actually Get Like 6+Hours Of Really Really REAL Sleep.

I’d Do Almost Anything If I Knew How To Make That Happen.

At Times Like This, I Used To Drink Myself To Sleep.

It Was A Bad Way To Get Much Needed Rest…

…But It DID Work…


I Simply Can’t Justify The Drinking These Days.

I’ve Gone Long Enough Without Re-Opening That Festering Wound…

…So I Think I’ll Let That Sleeping Dog Lie.

I’ve Had A Couple Beverages While Out-&-About With Company…

…But Won’t Be Doing So Again.

Two (2) Drinks…

…That’s It…

…Just Two…

…And I Had A Screaming Headache Straight From Hell’s Half-Acre.

It Was Awful.

What’s The Old Saying…

"Every Ounce Of Pleasure Must Be Purchased With An Equal Amount Of Pain"

…Or Something To That Effect?!




…HIGHLY APPLICABLE To What I’m Talking About.

So What Am I Left To Do?!

I’m Just Not Sure.

I Feel Muddled.

My Mind Is Fried.

My Body Is Exhausted.

My “Positive Outlook” Is Fading.

Like That Wasn’t Expected?!

You Know It Was.

I Knew It Wasn’t Something I Could Make Last.

I Suppose I’ll Have To Settle For The Positive Moments.

I’ll Let You Know When I Find One.

It’s Most Likely Living In The Freezer…

…And Is Called “Mr. Ice-Cream Sammich, Esq.”!!!


…Got My Moment Right There!!

I Wonder What Painful Experience I’ll Have To Weather Because Of It?!

Other Than The 9-Grams Of Fat Per-Serving, Of Course.