Well, Friday is almost over so I’ve got to get my Fawk Yous in. I’ve got a few, don’t we all.
Fawk you first and foremost to, you guessed it, the bald spot that has decided to descend upon my crown and really mess up my self confidence and my psyche this week. To you, I say FAWK you!
To the stupid ass, muscle shirt wearing ,drama queen who hosts Ghosts Adventures. Nothing else is on, this douche bag ruins my Friday night quiet time every week..FAWK YOU!!!
To the movie Remember Me, thanks for taking a perfectly hot Patterson and putting him in the most ridiculously melancholy, unpredictable ending movie ..ever!FAWK YOU…remember that!
To the nightmare I had with the machete weilding, homicidal maniac, who I walked in on mid way through him carving my baby up like a swine at the butcher shop, as he smiled at me and my baby cryed with her last breaths. You were so real that I woke up terrifed and lost sleep ( Hello! I already don’t sleep. I don’t need this shit!) When I woke up, my breathing was so shallow and labored that I literally felt like I was going to die.Fawk you nightmare! In the end, the macete weilding maniac got what he deserved and so will you nightmare! FAWK YOU, RIGHT IN THE FACE! Nobody messes with my babies!
Latina. Girl mom of 2. Married to my college sweetheart.Digital Storyteller. Lover of travel, food and fashion. Chicago girl. I write because it's how I process the world. I share because I want you to know that you're not alone.