TOXIC TENDENCIES pt 2

it's rare i get moved by anyone new in the music industry these days...but

i stumbled across the cool smooth style'ns from this stunn'n corn whack'n bedroom eyed babe from fairfield iowa...ELI LIEB (though turns out i guess he's been around fer the past 10 years...thanx WIKIPEDIA) in any case...fer those unaware of his pipes...check out his love song fer those young tulip sniffers with the hope of somethin' real happen'n in "YOUNG LOVE"

and his stripped down haunt’n cover of MILEY CYRUS's "WRECKING BALL" gave me the chills...get the rest of his music here

this week's explosive episode is brought to you by the maker's of  LYSOL

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get a ticket to the catch up train here with pt 1 of TOXIC TENDENCIES...

and now the excrutiate'n conclusion to TOXIC TENDENCIES pt 2

well...i knew at this point...even though i had deleted my comment from 

his blister'n visceral slash'ns towards me that morn'n...and resent it to thee actual intended party...the damage had already been done 

though to be honest...it needed to be said to him once and fer all cuz he was gett'n too close to Norman Bates territory...OVER A PIC!

i knew he would have SOMETHIN' to say about said text and i was not wrong...though lemme clarify my rebuttal a bit more than i did that day

cuz i was in no mood to keep this convo goin any longer...this was the 1st time i had ever screen shot ANY of his convo's with me (it was just easier than retype'n the train wreck texted out to thee intended recipient) cuz everything in his text was gett'n sooo diabolically insane and quite obviously jell-o on his part and completely destructive to the aura colors that i had planned & personally picked out on this particular day to wear...and like any true vanity case...he wanted to get in one last barbie

he would go off on me like a paranoid parrot past their prime steak n cake days...much like a halitosed hooker would to their pimp fer not remember'n their bday bonus...and this...unfortunately...would be the final nail in the coffin fer our mutual 25 year friendship!

now i don't even know where to begin with this?...but i'll break it down fer ya anyways!

OK 1st off...i am ONLY 49.5 years old...he should be well aware of this as a simple google search and a basic fact...since he is just a mere 9 yrs

my senior (it's a well documented fact with all who worked with us years ago when i personally organized & threw him his 40th surprise bday party @ my apt) so i fer one am look'n forward to celebrate my 50th life on this earth later this fall (since my dad...my 2nd youngest brother and my oldest brother unfortunately did not get to have the same privilege as myself)

at the follow up to my smash hit play "GET OFF MY DRESS...love is a drag!" (that this very blog was spawned from 10 years ago) that i am feverishly putt'n together fer the follow-up later this year...simply entitled "GET OFF MY DRESS...love is STILL a drag!" and hope to showcase it on labor day weekend...depend'n on all this COVID crap of course 

(that he may or may not be inadvertently a part of now)

2nd...as far as the not hold'n a job...ummm i've been in bank'n fer 20 yrs

since i was 30 (do the math) and was recently laid off 3 weeks prior to all this COVID bullshit (along with 5 other tempers) cuz the company decided to downsize our department...it's not unheard of...it's just an annoy'n part of life!

though i do recall years back when i left my management position @ the same gym we were both mgrs at...to pursue my entertainment career...

that i subsequently ended abruptly (a whole nother story that will see the light some day) unfortunately though when i reapplied fer my same position back...a lil birdy in his 70's called me personally at home one nite to inform me you told management not to hire me back...hmmmm...wonder why that was? 

(it turned out ok kittens...the corporate office took me back instead...pay'n me more benjie's than what i was previously make'n anyways)

3rd...use'n people fer money? yea it's called employment...i do the work...

i expect to get paid by the people that are use'n me to fulfill their bosses bottom line...just like...oh let's say fer instance...a bartender who expects to get tips when serve'n drinks to demand'n patrons or hookers negotiate'n fer a lil extra ching ching if they happen to snag a bank account that wants them fer the entire week!

4th...as far as the cocktails and food yer referr'n to...i can only assume

you mean the many times that you have give'n a kings ransom fer the many cocktails and food you've purchased fer me & yerself over the past 25 years when we've gone out together (without a gun pointed at yer thick skull i might add) though my contributions over the years may have been a bit more on the lower end cuz of my pay scale...i didn't know this was a piss'n contest all of a sudden...hmmm...

i guess it's slipped yer feeble little mind that i was yer own personal UBER

driver without ask'n fer a single dime in petrol when we went out on our many alcoholic excursions over the years...or when you needed a ride to work...or from work fer that matter...or run errands...or take'n you to visit yer dad outta town after yer mother had unfortunately passed away!

HOWEVER...invoke'n my dearly departed aunt Ellen who i absolutely

loved with all my heart...and took care of her fer the last 2 years of her life basically (due to unresolved family issues i will not discuss)  before her unfortunate & untimely tragic pass'n...

shows yer utter lack of empathy & that there is no depth to yer depravity...cuz you knew it had absolutely NOTHING to do with her finances! 

though the same could not be said about you gloat'n fer years to me about yer parents finances and the millions they had that you would inherit some

day...even more so after they both passed...did you brag to yer other friends over the years about their financial status to them? or was it just yer twisted way to make yerself feel better by degrade'n my own less than stellar upbring'n? either case...at this fork in the road...this is the final straw the broke this camels back!

since i don't even follow said stalker on ANY social media sites...

except fer maybe gopluckyerself dot com...though i really haven't logged into that site fer years if i'm bein' perfectly honest here...so i'd have no clue how to log back in anyways so he needn't worry

you wanna think it bothers me that you can't even spell my birth name 

and that i had legally changed mine 25 years ago...well here's the thing callous kitten...i...like many others in this biz called show...change their name legally ALL THE TIME...fer example: 

did you know WILLIAM MICHAEL ALBERT BROAD changed his name?

as did the queen of rock'n'roll Miss ANNA MAE BULLOCK...did'ya huh?...did'ya?

or that CHERILYN SARKISIAN had thee unmitigated gall to be referred to as only one name with no last? most likely due to the fact she didn't wanna get carpet tunnel from sign'n autographs on all those 8-track tapes

and that GEORGE ALAN O'DOWD thought it'd be way super cool to add just a prefix to his name and drop the rest...a total rebel huh?

though singers ain't the only ones try'n to hide from their give'n names...

were you aware that 3 time Oscar award winner was originally referred to by her nana as MARY LOUISE STREEP?

and that NORMA JEANE MORTENSON did not actually pose fer the 1st cover of PLAYBOY like most people thought...huh?

but even though ERMES EFFRON BORGNINO has a line of beauty cream...you might wanna consider not marinate'n it...just say'n!

you can think i’m just poor white trash & all cuz of my up bring’n...but trust me...that’s completely fine with me!

in close'n...thanx fer the 25 years at the very least...but like any bubble...

it will eventually pop...and this one has...

so GET OFF MY DRESS!

TOXIC TENDENCIES pt 1

so how the fuck are all of my locked up...hunkered down cautious kittens

doin now that we are at day 1155 with that mentally deranged sociopathetik tang dipped bloated anal wart deceptively regurgitate'n his daily painfully vomitous press brief'n rallies...ruin'n the country by try'n to down play his pathetic pandemic responses?

these are definitely thee most unbearable try'n times for everyone out

there...especially with CASPER's yearly cook-out that was royally fucked up this past week due to Miss COVID19 2020 bitch slapp'n thee entire globe with a major FUCK YOU...make'n everyone enjoy an over-cooked swanson dinner and drink'n daiquiri's outta dixie cups as they were forced to lift and separate from their loved ones that they won't give 2 shits about again til the great gobble gobble arrives...i was even all set to serve a delicious 3 course dinner to my 3 other personalities live’n with me at the moment...but as it turns out...they had no intention of keep'n me company...just cuz i didn't own a complete set of dinnerware so they could all have their very own plate to plate up
(i still need SLUT...TRAMP & SODOMITE)

i think the line in Britney's hit pretty much sums up todays queer quandary

"you're toxic i'm slipp'n under...with a taste of a poison paradise"

so kick back and pop some jiffy...cuz this ones a doozy!

i was already completely over play'n a sexy but schizophrenic gerbil in my 2 room shithole (where ebay has gone to die) after 7 days under lock

down so i decided to pack my purse and prophylactics fer a couple of weeks and camp out on my sisters 14 acre farm in southern minnesnowda...ignore'n ALL groom'n habits fer a change since there was no one there that i needed to impress...but after 17 days without my BIC...i thought i was look'n a bit SICK
(& i mean that in a "hey daddy...goin my way?" kinda way)

so i decided to document this momentous occasion with a simple snap...as i never go more than 5 days max before i wanna rip my face off and sent the pic off to the reason that i'm such a merry masochistic mo' after 25 years

it's funny how no one ever says a 5 year old is bein' a narcissistic nancy

when they get their kindergarten photo shoot take'n fer their grandparents to gush over...and even though i felt more like a small child's psychological art project than thee unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of my own universe that i usually am...

apparently though...it turned out to be a bee under my age'n faster than a make-up artist on meth stalker's bonnet that i've had the unmitigated pleasure of known'n fer the past 25 years...just cuz i got a few handfuls of kudos from stalkers around the inter-web...which i get since they've never seen me this unkempt in my life (side note: though the acknowledgement is nice...it's not a deal breaker fer me if i get them or not)

so lemme break down fer you the follow'n convo that he decided to start:

to which i replied with a simple yet snarky hair toss'n retort...

you know...as to change the topic that no longer needed ANY credence from me

BUTT apparently...

judgemental judy had some "unresolved issues" or somethin'...instead of just say'n perhaps a simple..."wow...you look like the photochopped love child of Sinead O'Connor and Grizzly Addams!"

the morn'n before all this went down...he had texted me about a pic with

him and i apparently we took some time back...that i wasn't even gonna bother respond'n to cuz i wasn't waste'n time to try and hunt it down since i had just spent the last 6 hours clean'n my niece's old bedroom out so i would have a place to lay my fresh milky untanned flesh down without any interruptions fer a minimum of 4 hrs at the very least in sheepville...as i was ready to hunker down fer the nite and OD on the free movie selections the was offered up by YouTube 

so here's where this flight took off almost 24 hrs after ignore'n his request

the plaintiff is in grey...and the defendant in blue is ME unfortunately...keep in mind...i just so happened to catch my reflection in the window bein' kissed by the morn'n sun that day and this was JUST a simple "narcissistic" selfie that E-V-E-R-Y-O-N-E takes when they're "feel'n it" and then went on with the rest of my life that day without interruption...though apparently he wasn't finished twist'n the knife

turns out...i've found out over the years that this is his "achilles heel" when i happen to mention that i have a tooth chipper...and though i do...it's not too brag (even though it's warranted...i have PLENTY of receipts kittens...trust me) it's just to stop his incessant pathetic unsubstantiated barbs he's thrown at me from time to time over the past 25 years

the "egg" he's referr'n to i can only assume is my freshly scalped scalp...but of course...he wasn't completely envious of the "likes" that were all of a sudden popp'n up like STD's...was he?

the only people who follow in real time...the status of someone else's flutter'n flattery cookies...are insecure 12 years olds who dream of gett'n Kankersoredashian status or one who's flown beyond the kookoo's nest

AS IF!...gurl puhleez!...lemme break it down fer you...when yer an unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of yer own universe...LIKE MYSELF...you have a certain set of expectations that is expected of you by yer stalkers thru-out the unisver...and one of them IS NOT to have uneven radish tinted skin in yer post...simple pimple!...don't hate...appreciate!

just as i became severely bored carry'n on this cankerous convo with him...another much more pleasant text chimed in from a true unsalted friend ask'n me how my day was...so i filled her in on the situation...

without realize'n I WAS STILL UNDER the 1st annoy'n convo about my simple posted pic...

"that's one sexy ass selfie" said tv's movie critic GENE SHALIT 

(hey...if he'd seen it himself i'm sure he would have to agree...that's not bein' conceited...just completely convinced)

tune in next week fer the excrutiate'n conclusion to this exhaust'n mess...

now GET OFF MY DRESS!