Do you understand how much it takes for me to get into my zone and write? Don’t get it twisted. Writing is life. But I have to peel off every single façade I use throughout the day. Peeling just carefully enough not to leave any wallpaper. Because that would just mess up the mood. “Gimme my muthafuckin money” Kaz is not Kaz. Well, she’s Kaz. There is part of me that will take care and protect my family by any means necessary, and then, there’s sweet, funny, contagious Kaz. That Kaz is the gem. Every single day I wake up, briefly think about the life I want to wake up to, soak in reality and put my armor on. It’s so exhausting at the end of the day when I have to take that stupid costume off and try to turn back into my likable self. But between me and you, when I do manage to take it all off, I give you the best of me.
While I’m speaking of myself, let me share with you how heartbroken I am about the presidential election. Wait. Let me just remind you that I am imperfect and definitely far from politically correct. I base just about everything on how it makes me feel. Moving on. First of all, Trump only started running to make a mockery of us. But then he revealed the hideous face of America. I really expected Hillary would win by a landslide and I would be able to sleep peacefully. But I kept waking up to a dry, sore throat and the nightmare that Trump was in the fuckin lead. I want to step back for a second and ask if you all saw the importance of this election. Fuck that. Do WOMEN see how significant the race was? A WOMAN was a candidate for president of the United States of America. I’m not pointing fingers and I’m not judging you. Okay, if your ass was “woke” and didn’t vote, I am judging you. Fight me. Back to the topic, just like we can tell our black sons that they can become president, we can now tell our daughters they are capable of running an entire country. Oh, I am also judging the people that didn’t vote for Clinton for the simple fact she was a woman. Again, fight me. One more thing, I understand how important and critical it was about the whole email situation with Clinton, but obviously that was more devastating than a man sexually harassing women. Key word: women, which is plural. But whatever. I’ve coped with the fuckery. So, at this point, we can only focus on making ourselves great. Trump gonna Trump. Take care of these babies and build.
Love Always
Kaz
P.S. Mrs. Clinton, I thank you.
Just Kaz LLC 