Laffing

I don't know why, because I am a very introspective, quiet, and depressive sort of person, but right now I want to laugh. I'm serious. I want to laugh and cuss and scream and wear brightly colored clothing and get in your face if you cross me. Seriously.

That is not who I am or at least who I thought I was. Because damn if I don't want to joke my way through this. I want to laugh in cancer's face and call it a fag and a loser and a bitch. I want to walk into rooms and announce, "Fuck cancer." I read somewhere that it makes me a punk rocker instead of a new ager. Makes sense. That is the music I cut my teeth on.

So next time you see me I just may gather my inner drunken sailor, walk into a room, proudly display "the bird" from both fists, and yell, "Mayo, bitches."