Apparently, it’s “naughty” to go on the internet and complain that my life stinks. Now I’m really glad I didn’t mention in that post that I’d called the Humane Society to complain about my living conditions. Also, I've been told it's not acceptable to demand presents, so I'm sort of sorry about doing that.
Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, I got a little too excited waiting for my salad and bit her foot. Rabbits, that doesn't go over well. Anybody want to pet me? I hate being in trouble.
My life stinks. She's taking a break from blogging, but I don't get a stinkin' break. Last Monday, I did lots of fascinating things and she never even got the camera out. So don't blame me for no Monday Bunny Blogging. I was working.
I'm sick of everything being about her. She can't pet me as much as I deserve because of something about "problems with my hands". Uh, that's a YP, not an MP. And I'm going to bite someone if I have to hear "I've been petting you so long my butt went numb" one more time.
Oh, and while I'm at it, all of you bloggers who supposedly like me soooo much? I haven't received even one banana tree yet. I expected to have a forest of bananas by now. This is your last warning before I give you the Bunny Butt.
I've reached a breaking point. I'm spending all of my time simply trying to get through the day. Just existing, waiting for time to go by in hopes that the pain and exhaustion might ease up a little. I know that I will have days like this, but it can't be every single day. Trying to survive is not the same as living. So I'm going to take a short blogging break and think about things and try to figure out how to have a life in spite of what my body decides to do at any given moment.
Deleting Posts On Thursday, I posted this. In the post, I stated I was having problems with mental "fogginess"/confusion, and that I'd limit my comments due to that fact. But after I posted, I started worrying that maybe, in my confusion, I might have misstated something, or seemed to treat a serious subject in a flippant way. I took the post down.
This subject has been bothering me ever since, and after thinking and worrying about it, I've made some decisions. I have multiple impairments right now. Mental confusion makes it very difficult to process information and respond to that information. But I still have something to say when I'm feeling foggy. I'm going to screw up whether I'm at 100% functioning or 10% functioning. I hope that people let me know when I screw up-please, call me on my shit-but I'm going to stop hiding when I'm not 100%. I don't know if 100% is ever coming back, but I do know that I'm not finished thinking and discussing.
Thanks for Proving My Point Amanda apologized for her use of the photo (see link above). That's more than many would do, but she really should have turned the comments off, or moderated comments. People are pissed! How dare anyone accuse them of anything improper! You can use any cultural image you want, other as many brown-skinned women as you want, if you do it in the name of feminism. What's funny, in a sick sort of way, is how similar the reactions of many in the comment thread are to the average right-wing response. "You're too sensitive!"