The Silence of the Carlita or The Maybe the Not So Much Like Chelsea Handler Blog
Hola Campers,
So I've figured out why I have writers block. I'm working this "job" and it's local, so I can't talk. I cannot begin to tell you how many times I'm recognized daily, therefore making me hold my tongue on any of the activities, observations, and interactions I have. Because - WHEW as you've read in many of my past blogs, I make it my business to recount most of my daily life. Just like now, but sadly I cannot discuss anything because I don't know whose who, nor do I want people at the "job" reading my blog. Because - well --- I just don't want coworkers or guests reading my blog because it has nothing to do with them. However, because this town is pint sized and I'm discovered daily I must not say a thing because trust me Campers I've already been called names by some HILLBILLY ASS %$#&*. Therefore gimme a minute, maybe I can even write some fiction, but to tell about MY life, right NOW? In the words of the greatest Vocal Diva in MY generation Whitney Houston (RIP), "Hell to the Naw. I will not be writing about this little town and some of it's little inhabitants any time soon." I value my life because one thing I've learned is, many times honesty hurts both ways. The informed gets hurt and many times harms the informer - especially if violence is in their fiber/ make up. So anyhoo, writers block because this place here *I'm pointing my index fingers to the ground*, I said this place here *now I'm pointing my index fingers to the sky*, is MAD dangerous *now I'm rolling my eyes around my head* to a truth spiller such as myself. So until our next camp out enjoy the wine and trees and camp will resume SOOOOOOON! I have SO got to get out of this absolute HELL I wanna spit!
But on a brighter note Mommie Dearest and I are really making inroads... Bye!
So I've figured out why I have writers block. I'm working this "job" and it's local, so I can't talk. I cannot begin to tell you how many times I'm recognized daily, therefore making me hold my tongue on any of the activities, observations, and interactions I have. Because - WHEW as you've read in many of my past blogs, I make it my business to recount most of my daily life. Just like now, but sadly I cannot discuss anything because I don't know whose who, nor do I want people at the "job" reading my blog. Because - well --- I just don't want coworkers or guests reading my blog because it has nothing to do with them. However, because this town is pint sized and I'm discovered daily I must not say a thing because trust me Campers I've already been called names by some HILLBILLY ASS %$#&*. Therefore gimme a minute, maybe I can even write some fiction, but to tell about MY life, right NOW? In the words of the greatest Vocal Diva in MY generation Whitney Houston (RIP), "Hell to the Naw. I will not be writing about this little town and some of it's little inhabitants any time soon." I value my life because one thing I've learned is, many times honesty hurts both ways. The informed gets hurt and many times harms the informer - especially if violence is in their fiber/ make up. So anyhoo, writers block because this place here *I'm pointing my index fingers to the ground*, I said this place here *now I'm pointing my index fingers to the sky*, is MAD dangerous *now I'm rolling my eyes around my head* to a truth spiller such as myself. So until our next camp out enjoy the wine and trees and camp will resume SOOOOOOON! I have SO got to get out of this absolute HELL I wanna spit!
But on a brighter note Mommie Dearest and I are really making inroads... Bye!
Missing your fictional tales of adventure. Would love to hear a wintery tale from The Crown Royal Avenger. Perhaps she is deep into an escapade in "Detroit" or some other fictional dwindling metropolis? Tell us the tale of how she survives in the frozen hinterlands, in the desolate abandoned landscape, left to those solid citizens committed to the pride and preservation of their native city.
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LMAO, GREAT idea Ayala. I must write something because I am ACHING to write but I gotta admit this place brought out the worst in me. ARG, I'll figure out something. Thanks for reading!
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Even this post was like water to the T-H-I-R-S-T-Y! Glad to know you are well and OK! "Purgatory" will be over soon! Stay strong Sis!
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LOL Thank You Brotherr!! I am ACHING to write of my tales but you know what they say, "Never shit where you eat" LOL and writing of my tales here in CTown is shitting where I eat. So I'll refrain for a couple more months. LOL Thanks for reading!
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Thanks Carlita!
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Love You Mommie Dearest!
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U r great!... Lookin forward to your next post....
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LOL Welcome back Jackie Mutha F-in Braxton! The fire ain't burned the same since you've been away. And WHEW do I wish I had another post in me. I actually do but if I write it I could truly get a beatdown... LOL I'm sure something is gonna happen to force me to write sooner than later. Thanks for reading!
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This undercover work is bad for the health! Have a Tequila
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