Psycho-Bitch

Life can be pretty cool. It's amazing how much things can improve with a slight change of perspective. One day, you're down in the dumps because someone called you a shitheaded waste of molecules. Then, with a little positivity in mind, the next day you actually notice how beautiful the flowers look when refracted through a raindrop spreading between two leaves. Then, the next day, you're walking down the street wearing nothing but a tophat, with your dick floppin' in the wind, and you couldn't give a flying fuck what the pigs have to say about indecency laws because, dammit, the blood's still pumping through your veins and you've got a few more things to say and do before you die.

It's like, suddenly doors are opening when all you saw before was a brick wall.

I guess that's the easy part. The hard part is maintaining the attitude. It takes work like anything else.

The important thing is that there is a sense of positivity. You don't want to fall off the deep end. You don't want to become that psycho-bitch who thinks that everything she has to say is golden, even though it's all just mad crazy shit talkin'. That's the worst. Seriously. If that happens to me, just roll me up in carpet and throw me off a bridge, because no one likes a psycho-bitch. No one.

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