Kaboom! Guess who stepped in the room.

I hope by blogging, I attain and obtain a moment of clarity, perspective, and mental & mood therapy...Change is constant and I am constantly open to changes, even if its never good...I'll go get 'em.
So I am on dinner break now and want to express the importance of venting. It rids the mind of toxic thoughts and cleanses your soul's assurance. Finding someone good to vent to is challenging because you have to feel secure and trusting of that listening ear. I am fortunate and lucky to have my main man who never lets me down...that's why I let him put a ring on it. Another great means to vent is like being in the lab with a pen & a pad, tryna get this damn label off...hence "A hella Piece of Strange".
Moving on, I had an interesting Halloween. Not only did I get a hang-over, I finally found my cojones over my Spooky weekend...I know I am madd tolerant of things and I know when shady shit is happening in my socialization. I've heard of it going down and once considered that maybe I might be in the Matrix of Slim Shady. However, I've confirmed that its more than a reality; its one's way of life. So what do you do when that shit is sitting right on your lap, sinking your heart and boiling your blood. Does Wayne Brady have to choke a bitch? The perpetual cycle of Shady doings will continue, even though I give it the benefit of doubt...I say to myself, "Oh, maybe this shit is happening just this one time", like a one hit wonder. However, shit doubled over and now furiates me. I will now stay ready and call shit out as I see it, regardless of remorse and regrets for hurting others' feelings...cuz if you think about it, Shady doesn't have remorse or regrets for hurting you either. Shady doings, beware. Pizzeace!