Just a thought

In an effort to escape the doldrums of my livelihood, I'm back with the ever popular list.  Just the random musings and occurrences that go on.  I never tire of sharing the exploits and aimless thoughts that make up This Bug's Life. It keeps me sane.  Some thoughts from the mind of a jilted, Ciroc swiggin' blogger just trying to make it... 

What the hell ever happened to tan M&M's ? Not only did they quietly disappear years ago, but they were replaced by blue ones.  Seriously, if they had to chuck a color- nobody would have missed the dark brown ones. Nobody.  And maybe it's just me, but I have a strong distrust for anything edible that's an unnatural shade of blue.  Blue juice.  Blue Jell-O.  Blue popsicles. Blue lollipops.  It never quite tastes like raspberry and it leaves your tongue looking like you felated a Smurf. Uh-uh. They can keep that.  But...This Bug has been known to sip her share of Hypnotiq.  Stay tuned for a drink recipe.

 As a film buff, I'm not ashamed to say that I've never seen a full Woody Allen movie. Ever.  I dunno, he just seems boring. He's supposed to be this Oscar winning genius- and he very well may be, but I just don't see it.  It's quite possible that I'm missing out on fantastic cinematic experiences but I just have no interest in his work. That's not to say I haven't tried.  I got about 20 minutes into Hannah and Her Sisters before shutting it off.  It was a forgettable experience to say the least.  To say the most? The Purple Rose of Cairo sucked.  Let's move on. 

I've said it time and again. This Bug leads an interesting life.  I don't know why I attract the crazies. The weirdos. Those in a state of arrested development.  It's like I'm Lady Liberty only my banner reads: "Bring me your deranged, your unstable. Your huddled masses yearning to send photos of genitalia via text message." That's what happened weeks ago when I ran into a guy I went to Junior High with and we exchanged numbers to catch up.  After sporadic text messages over 2 weeks, we finally spoke on the phone. General conversation. And I mean general. Nothing that would make it okay to send a pic from the neck down to the forbidden forest 5 minutes after getting off the phone.  I'm not kidding.  Everything was in this photo but the head. (Yeah, that one.) The jury is still out on what made him think that was perfectly acceptable to do. On the upside, I think the shower curtain in background was from Target and I really want to change the scheme of my bathroom so kudos to him for giving me decorating ideas...Freakin' perv.

When the going gets tough, the tough get over it.  That's been my motto since a series of unfortunate events have blindsided me in the past few weeks.  I don't know if it's some built-in coping mechanism or what, but losing myself in work and striving to keep my sanity and blog about it has become my number one priority.  It's been a tough road financially, romantically and nutritionally since I barely have time to eat while running between two jobs.  But hey, nothing a soy protein shake can't help during the day and a glass of Goose and Cran can't fix at night.  Food is for sissies.

Shady, Shady, Shady...Okay, I'm not sure what happened between his verse off Drake's Forever remix and that sad excuse for an anthem, Not Afraid but This Bug is baffled. If I run into him on the humble, I'll have to ask sincerely ask him, "Son...what happened?" I read that he'd gone through some things in the past few years and he had to pause for the cause.  Rehab, Depression.  A friend passing away. That's alot to deal with. I feel that. I hadn't heard the new album, Recovery but I was looking forward to his return when I heard the remix of Forever. He murdered it with real lyrics.  That's the Em I know and respect.  Honestly, I used to listen to that song 'til the end just to hear his part.  His energy was crazy the way he comes into the track.

"There they go! Back in stadiums

as Shady spits his flow.

Nuts they go- Macadamia. They go so ballistic whoa."

Then I heard 'Not Afraid' and wondered what the fuck happened. He's singing. Singing, yo. And his delivery is forced. I have to call it like I see it. If you're gonna continue on this path- you should be afraid, Em. Just sayin'...

Equal parts Hypnotiq + Alize Gold on Ice = a She Hulk.   Pretty tasty cocktail if you can do a juicy cognac/vodka mix.  Take it from me. Sip it slow or run the risk of radio-active intoxication, leaving nothing but amnesia for the all the destruction you may leave in your wake. I speak from experience.