Boo! Back by semi-popular demand Barbie has decided to grace this massive cyberspace with her awesome presence once again. Some people get curious as to how i can seem to completely vanish hocus pocus style. Simply put I am ellusive. I am also spontaneous to boot.
Really I have no sage wisdom for anyone this post. I have been nothing short of introspective these past couple of days. And sometimes revelations occur in the strangest of venues. Take for example a fun-filled Hooters excursion. The establishment is decked in Christmas lights year round. This always makes me think of those rednecks who believe it's classy to have a blinking red light above their front porch. The room is filled to the brim with stool-seated wooden tables. Each end has a TV with some sort of sporting event blaring across the screen. Then of course there are the main attraction. Women dressed in low-cut tight shirts, booty shorts, and tights. One can't help but check out the cleavage that some of these girls create. Some almost resemble actual butt cracks. The kind one would see from a plummer wearing loose pants with no belt. Don't get me wrong I appreciate the female form and how beautiful we are being that I am a member of the vehicular sex, but sometimes bigger is not better. (Unless you are referring to certain "tools" that can cause some squealing in delight.)
Anywho I think I totally digressed. A Hooters trip is a good time and not usually the place for some cosmic knowledge. Then again alcohol is a great inducer for letting your subconscious run a-muk. Everytime Barbie drinks she tends to let herself go. And I don't mean in some crazy dramatic way. I mean that alcohol frees her to be who she is without truly thinking about the reprocussions of her actions and words. Case in point the whole blog I wrote on fat bitches. That was all i ever wanted to say which came out in a drunken state.
Barbie's introspection at Hooter's was more of a deja-vois type montage of what had gone wrong in her life. The failed relationships, failed goals, unmet dreams. Somehow despite all the negative feelings that surfaced none of it seemed to matter anymore. Sometimes it's hard to face the past and we regress it for as long as we can to help the pain stay away. But the true lessons in life are painful. Barbie knows that she can sit here and own up to her mistakes. I'm not running from anything anymore. My solutions have been to run as soon as something gets rough. And I would run in different ways. If I was getting too close to someone I'd back off and get closer to someone else. If I was unhappy I'd "poof" from reality for a while. While at Hooter's beneath the horney undertoe... there was some peace that came. And it came in knowing that I'm living life the best that I can live it. I don't need to have some amazing plan, because in the end I know whatever I do will work itself out. And that to me is peace enough.
I titled this bombastic bombshells because my lady friend and I were quite the lookers that night. We did in fact get offered some drinks. And that my friends is why no matter what the emotional termoil at any given time I love being a woman!
"I'm a Redneck woman... and I say "Hey Yall and YeeHaw!!!!" - Gretchen Myers
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