The *uckenings continue

After having put a bit of thought into it I have to say I was wrong. And to put it correctly, I am still wrong about pretty much everything. It ain’t (and I know this is not a grammatically correct expression. Someone once said there’s no such thing as ain’t but fuck it – what does she know apart from grammar!!) about faith or love or spirit. It’s about money. And if you are thinking right now ‘Oh dear this is going to be one of those things I’m tired already’…you’re correct. It’s lame. And I’m gonna try to take a sharp turn in a second. But before we do that I want to bring up one thing. Why oh why is this happening? I’m not complaining no. Money is important. Is it an illusion, as my yoga friends would put it? No it’s not. It’s pretty real if you ask me. Will faith make you rich? Nah. Can money buy love or health or friends or family? I don’t think so. See, I’ve never had money. Neither did my trusted helper Jadenchong who is sadly missing in action today. So I don’t have answers for you at this point nor the right questions. On a different note and to her defense I have to say that Jadenchong lives in a different timezone, so therefore she might have put her browser to well-earned rest. It’s been a long day for me too but I’m not ready to put the ink down. While I’m about to change the subject to more important matters I would like to introduce my loyal business advisor Miss Rambo. Yes. You’ve heard right. This legends last name is Rambo. And I am proud to call this living bundle of progressive hippyness (not to be confused with happiness) one of the ones residing in my inner circle. My official all time girl crush, not only because marrying her would mean I’d join the badass Rambo is-my-last-name family. Talking about it I have to say it has been a continuous discussion in my family for a while now. Still to this proud age I have my dad asking me if I’m a lesbian. It would be so much easier for you darling he said. Well, dad. I do know that. I am not though. I’m not gay dad stop asking. In case you have been thinking about that exact question too – finally you have my official statement my friend. Although my dad has analyzed my life nicely and has come to a very well calculated conclusion, which does after all not solve my problems, it certainly would be easier. Imagine being understood and supported by a visually well-formed and pleasant smelling mirror like human being. It’s a dream. And it always will be. Just like winning the lottery. It would be like praying for cash and actually getting it. Like buying a lover and happily get married. Like lining up for social money during a pandemic and having your financial needs met.

Talking about Miss Rambo I have to add that her birthday is coming up. She is turning 40 and still looks hot as fuck. Thinking about it I have to tell you that she’d most definitely be out of my league anyways. Oh well. To replace Jadenchong today I took precious advice from my close associate David by the way. Yes you’ve heard right. David the lemon. He has come up with some pretty interesting facts, which I’d rather not mention. I wouldn’t want this to turn into a trashy boulevard read. There are way too many over-my-head news reports coming out of his corner and I can’t deal with it. Let’s keep it light. Not today David. Not today.