Something has been on my mind for quite a while that I just have to get out in the open.
No, it’s not that Trump is a disgusting, vile pig who needs to be grabbed by the pussy because he’s a chicken shit and coward for not attending the White House Correspondent’s Dinner, although yes, that was something I’ve been thinking about. No offense to chicken shit or pussies.
What I want to get out in the open is that I can’t take one more person being “#blessed” on their Facebook status.
Don’t get me wrong. If you feel that way, great for you.
It’s the insane overuse of the word that annoys me. An example of the use, which I’m totally pulling out of my ass…
‘I bought a frozen lemonade at Panera and it was delicious. #lemonade #blessed’
It’s a fucking lemonade. Chill the fuck out.
And, seriously. You have that many likes?
I share a video of a cat eating watermelon in a funny hat while dressed up as Princess Leia with a functioning light saber, but it only gets 2 likes.
What is up with that?!
Ahem, anyway… I get the use of the word with the birth of a child or somebody recovering from surgery, etc. But, to use it all the fucking time? What happened to words like ‘thankful’ or ‘happy’?
Nope, it’s not good enough, apparently.
‘I’m so #blessed that there was a hidden tampon in my purse when I thought I was out.’
Okay, actually finding a tampon that I didn’t think I had when I’m bleeding to death at that time of the month is a blessing because I don’t want to put pants on, drive to the store, walk, get stuck behind the slowest fucking person in the whole goddamn universe, walk back to my car, and drive home. I don’t want to deal with people when I’m on my period.
Oops, my mistake.
The desire to not have to deal with people is something I want on a daily basis.
So, can you tell by my bitchiness that I’m currently on my period, would kill for a Snickers bar, and found a surprise and unopened box of tampons in a bathroom cabinet earlier?