It’s Okay to Just Not…Ya Know?

If you haven’t picked up on this yet (despite the fact that I’m a man pretending to be a Saturday morning cartoon villain that also owns a cafe…on the internet), I ain’t all there upstairs. If I’m completely honest, some days are a struggle to keep going, and my mind is a puzzle you’d need a crowbar to solve. Don’t worry, I’m on enough antipsycotics to calm a small Eastern European militia. Listen, I’m not special. Everyone’s dealing with something that makes their day hard.

Which brings me to my point. It’s ok to not fuck with life like that sometimes. For instance, I haven’t felt like cooking a thing for two months. Anything I do manage to make is sloppy, and I stare at (and hate myself a little). My therapist thinks I put too much pressure on myself. The old coot is right. I know I’m the best damn cook on this continent or any other, and you can tell yah mama & her mama I said it. You’re probably really good at whatever you people do in your free time. Occasionally, we all just need to say “yeah I’m not doin’ all that.” Take a look at this post. It’s as ghetto as the devil is red, and I care so little. I did a thing. That’s enough.

That’s it. Go home. I told you I wasn’t doin’ all that. Git.

Stay Evil and Take Care of Yourselves.