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November 2015

Off contract, Back off my rocker…

Hi Kittens!

So as of Jan 2, 2016, I will no longer be in any kind of contract and can go back to doing my hilarious (my opinion is fact) Sit Down videos. What contracts, you ask? I can’t say nada about them until the 2nd of January, but after that you’ll get it, and get why I haven’t done those in almost 2 YEARS!! Ugh, you’ll get it when I explain it.

Anyway, I will also be going on the road F/T in my motorhome starting about then, so it should just add to the opportunities of ridiculous situations that I can get myself into and or blog about. And God help people across the country if I have my video camera on me. Just imagine what kind of crap I can get into if I’m at some trashy RV park. In the bathroom. With my camera. And an Internet connection. #Heaven.

I’ll just leave you with that for now. Don’t forget to poke me after you hashtag me with a thumbs up and a +1 and… Did I leave anything out? Oh f*ck it. Just poke me.

Dr. Joel Morris

I just had my last appointment with Dr. Morris at the LAGLC this afternoon and I feel sad. He was one of the most supportive people to me starting about four years ago when I was very very ill. I honestly credit him for saving my life. Literally saving my life. I could say 1 million other things about him but I’m just going to leave it at that.

And of course, I wish him all the success and happiness in the world during his new adventures.
Thank you Dr. Morris. I am forever grateful to you.

Mercedes of Beverly Hills sucks.

I am at the Mercedes-Benz dealership in Beverly Hills California. I am being treated like such sh*t. I am 100% sure that it is because I am dressed the way I am – typical attire for myself. I’m wearing sweats, flip-flops, a baseball cap and a T-shirt. 4 salesman told me they would not take me on a test drive because they’re here to make money- especially on Saturdays and Sundays. Literally that’s what they said to me. The sales manager came out and apologized profusely. He was super nice. And a very nice girl named Monica, who is not a sales person, helped me out a lot… I’m very interested in this car that I’m looking at, and even though they’ve told a different salesman to let me drive the car, who was a very nice guy, I took this whole thing personally and after a 45 minute runaround, I had to leave. I thought I was going to start crying because I was treated so bad. I swear to God I feel like an African-American in the 60s. Or a gay in the 80s. I forgot the other d*ckhead salesmen’s names, but Joseph was the worst of them. and you know what, he smelled like a cheap Italian shower. So there. Now I feel better. A little.

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