Macbook = '97 Accord

I have no particular reason to write today.  I thought of a few possible things, but I can't seem to get the words out right.  That is the case more often than not, really.  Honestly, I am writing because I am enjoying the sound of the new, little white keys on my painfully sleek little Macbook.  Beautiful, for the simple fact that it did not cause financial turmoil.  After all, the best things in life are free, am I right?  Especially when they are as powerful and practical as a new laptop.  And this little machine in front of me is probably worth more than the car I drive.  And it's in better working condition, on top of that.  

A preface with nowhere to go.

A week has passed, and I'm pretty certain that gas has become virtually unaffordable for the likes of thrifty folks, such as myself. Which tells me, perhaps the world cannot be fixed in one swift punch. With a phrase like, "bitches be shoppin'," as fabulous as it sounds, we are left with little wisdom for guidance. Instead, we simply, openly contemplate. And when I say "we," I actually mean "me." Sorry, I'm a selfish bitch sometimes, and in order to fully enjoy the contents of my teeming brain of thoughts, you must accept it.

Good, now that you have, the fun begins...OFFICIALLY! I like to "preface" blogs like these with an honest revelation about myself and the coming torture you will soon be faced with. So now, I preface:

I am young. Too young to bitch and moan the way I do, but after reading many an article about the epic "quarter-life-crisis," I understand my complaints ring somewhat true. Anywho, I am often reminded of the fact that I haven't really done much living yet, and that I have plenty of time to find REALLY bitch-worthy things to gripe about. And boy, I can't wait! No, actually I could wait a lifetime for those things to happen to me; who wouldn't? Everybody likes easy-breezy. I like easy-breezy, especially.

Who knows when I'll ever get that. But in the blog sense, I guess I should be thankful that my life has reached a level of difficulty that defies any upbringing or education I have been given. Otherwise, I wouldn't have anything to question or discuss. This blog would be nonexistent. My words would be fluff...well, even more fluffy than I currently make them. But fluffy and not-so-fluffy words alike, I am here to write stuff; to comment on the life that is currently stemming from my pea-sized existence. And unfortunately, I am anything but a pea. Rather, I am a human being, which also contributes quite nicely to the blog thing. In that regard, I make loads of mistakes, and hopefully, others find them worthy of laughter or sympathy, or just plain disgust. And with all these mistakes, come a plethora of thoughts; good and bad, mostly uninteresting. And now, they're here and tucked away in this tiny little blog.

Who are these bitches, and why are they shopping?

Bitches be shoppin'. Three little words to digest. I'm not even sure what there is digest from them. That somewhere out there, there are bitches who like to be shoppin', I guess? Even I don't know what it really means. Also, it was derived from a very indirect source, of which has no real importance to anyone but me, and maybe a few others. But something about it makes me smile, and I imagine will make someone else smile, fingers crossed. In a sense, it may very well be the answer to all of life's incessant little questions, like how will I ever be able to afford the soaring costs of gasoline? Well, bitches be shoppin'. If only it were so easy.