Day 1 of 19

I've been a bit fucking stressed of late. A bit on fucking edge. The edge of falling into despair at having to live in Virginia for the rest of my sorry and sad life.

But then there came a day. A day when we got a ratified contract on the house. And the stress was lightened and the edge faded away.

Seriously, 2 hours after I am notified of a ratified contract, work explodes into a hormone infested rabid cat hell.

I fucken HATE BITCHES. YOU GOD DAMN BITCHES. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?

I can see now, that extracting myself from Virginia is going to be a fantastic shit fest. Full of rancid, hormonal, rabid, bitch-cat shit.

Clearly Virginia is not done teaching me lessons. It's going to beat me with these lessons until I sit the fuck down and take some notes.

Thus, I will sit. I will SIT UPON MY CUSHION AND I WILL MEDITATE THE FUCK OUT OF IT.

In the first 5 minutes of sitting, I am ready to embrace you with mindfulness and compassion. In the second 5 minutes I'm fantasizing about dry humping your mouth with an armed 9mm Sig until you agree to get the fuck out of my face.

I'm gonna have to time this right.

Anyway, to try and let go, to just fucking let go, I am going to traverse a 19 day sit.

Day 1 isn't going so well.

I need something more physical to hit, and hit, and hit and hit some more.

But I'm going to let go. I'm going to sit. I'm going to be. And I'm going to embrace this life as my life. My wonderful life.