Why Is It ...

… that when I say I hate drama, I mean I hate being involved in drama. Other people’s drama? One ticket for the front row, please.

… that Beyoncé fans scramble to pay hundreds and hundreds of dollars to watch her flip her hair and shake her ass, and are now being told by this tired ass Queen Bey that they need to wear “silver fashions” to her “Renaissance” world tour? Bitch, you buy me the silver outfit and maybe I’ll see you parade in front of the wind machine … maybe.

… that the work me, the outside me, and the home me are three entirely different people? We don’t even look the same.

… that I’m never sure if I actually have free time or if I’m just forgetting everything I’m supposed to be doing?

… that I wake up in the morning thinking everything’s gonna be okay and then I step outside and there are people … everywhere?

…… that when I’m hungry nothing is funny, and everyone is ugly?

... that some people are shocked that a 300 pound man who claims to weigh 215 pounds would  overstate his net worth by $2 billion?

… that Taylor Swift could perform in my bathroom and I sill wouldn’t attend? That’s a rhetorical question, clearly.

… that I put my music on shuffle, but then get pissed off when it doesn’t paly what I want to hear?