What the wacka wha??

My shit got all fucked up this week.  But I'm rolling with it for the most part.  Pretty much what I've learned is that I can no longer have the excuse that I'm a procrastinator.  This will probably be pretty difficult to stop since I hate making business phone calls, running errands, running errands on time, and keeping myself on task.  Because, frankly, it's exhausting and it's hard work.  Something I try to avoid as much as I can.  But I don't want to do that anymore, mostly because I know how unprofessional it is, and it pisses a lot of people off.  I just gotta re-prioritize my life.

I'm also starting to understand my quirks as it were.  I'm coming to terms why I hate women, girls, whatever the hell you wanna call 'em.  And I realize that I need to focus on the things I can control and change: me.  For the past 2-3 years I stopped giving a fuck about myself because I believed that people will either take me as I am or leave me.  And while I still live by that phrase, that doesn't condone not giving a fuck about myself.  In fact, I should give a fuck about myself so damn much that I'm the most important thing in my life.  Without me, there is nothing else in my life.  Not that I'm going to become super selfish, but I need to make sure I'm okay before I can take on anyone else's problems.  If I'm able, then I can be that much stronger for the rest.  My impact is gonna be that much bigger.