As you all may or may not know The Chick here has had quite a few changes lately. Karma just don't seem to like it when things are smooth and steady for too long. That bitch came after me, and I've been busting my ass trying to beat hers. So, sorry I haven't posted in a while to those of you that read the word vomit that I come up with.
I was sitting here tonight in my self-imposed semi-exile bored as shit and tired of my own company. I haven't been very good company the past two or three months, what with Karma's foolishness. For that and other, more personal reasons (and no nosey, I'm not telling them to you) I am sick to death of my own company. In trying to figure out what I could do, I remembered this place. So, I took a shot of NiQuil, and started writing.
You might be asking yourself, "why the exile?" You're lucky I'm all doped up because I'm gonna tell you. I am contemplating. Well, contemplating and nursing a killer sinus infection that's got me shooting back NiQuil like Babs from the country club throws back martinis. In my contemplations/drugged out hallucinations, I've begun to have some clarity. What was an unfixable mess is now simply an obstacle, I hope.
As you all well know, I pride myself on being the embodiment of my name's sake, only with a bitching rack. Once I'm done with my exile, and hopefully all of the NiQuil, I plan to come out guns blazing to handle my bidnez.
"Well Chick, that's nice but why should we give a shit?" See, I asked so you wouldn't have to.
You don't really have to give a shit. And I'm willing to bet that most of you won't. But this is going to go down one way or another, and I'll bet the farm when it does, it won't be the quiet event that it should be. Mostly, I think this because I'm Chick Norris, and I kick ass and I've got more than my fair share of haters.
Since I'm now relying alley on spell check to write this, I'd better get going for now. I'd like to ask that you be sending me positive, strengthening vibes over the next few days. I'll thank you in advance.
