procrastination

I’ve been fucking around with my Tumblr theme and web settings all morning instead of working.

Well I did go to court…so there’s that.

I’m just so unmotivated.

But yay for cute blogs. I put my blog back on the web too, so yay for easy access to the archives! I missed that. Oh and now the tags work again. Triple yay.

It was time for a change. Spring renewal and all that jazz.

I feel like this should be obvious, but let’s do it anyway.

Last night I received a message from one of my followers expressing concern/distaste for my use of words such as cunt and bitch, which she perceives as being offensive and sexist. (**I get that she’s coming from a good place. She wasn’t nasty about it.  I have no hard feelings against her. I respect her opinion).  I decided I wanted to address this here (instead of privately) because I think it’s important that this concept be understood by anyone who chooses to read this blog. So here we go:

I’m 35 years old. I’m a grown ass woman. I have lived through abuse and neglect. I pulled myself up out of the pits of hell and put myself through college. I graduated from law school and passed the bar. I’ve created a successful law firm from six thousand dollars and raw determination. I’ve been married and divorced. I have a kid. I’ve survived Stage IIb breast cancer. These life experiences have shaped me into the person I am today.  That person doesn’t suffer fools gladly.  She speaks her mind.  She doesn’t tolerate bullshit.  She is passionate and sometimes she rants in her blog because it’s better than starting a bunch of drama by actually saying it aloud (a lesson I learned the hard way). I use profanity. I use it often. If you don’t like it, then you can choose not to read this blog. I keep it real here, and this is me. I’m not all kittens & rainbows. I don’t pretend to be.

Everyone is entitled to their own opinion.  You may believe that terms like cunt and bitch are sexist terms. You may feel like a real feminist wouldn’t use such terms.  My opinion is that feminists should get good with women making choices we ourselves wouldn’t necessarily make, because we are just happy that women are able to make those choices.

This blog is all about me. What I do. What I like. What I don’t like, and sometimes who I don’t like. I write it for me, and only for me. I don’t care about hearts or even if anyone ever reads any of it. I sit here now with almost 300 registered followers, and while I do enjoy the relationships I’ve made here, that isn’t why I blog.  So if you don’t like it, do me a favor and unfollow me. Please don’t send me a message to tell me about how you are disappointed with my choices. I don’t care.

You know why? Because I’m a fucking bitch.  And I’m good with that.