I skipped a couple of weeks, but here’s another serving of Musings for your Monday, fresh out of my bojangled brain.

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When in doubt, wear a bra. That goes for men, too. If there’s even a slight question that your pendulous bosoms, swaying to and fro from within your paper-thin shirt, might not be embraced by the world the way your free-spirit would desire, strap ‘em in.

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Am I the only one who finds it insulting when someone says, “You remind me of So-and-So,” or “You know who you kind of look like?”? Maybe I’m not the unique snowflake I fancy myself as being, but would you mind playing along anyway?

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I used to say that, if given the opportunity, I would eat sushi every day of the week. My dream recently came to fruition…and it was everything I thought it would be.

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I swear too fucking much. I have a filthy whore mouth, especially when I get excited or riled up about something I feel strongly about. Sometimes, this causes me to feel self-conscious when I realize the person I’m chatting with doesn’t so much as utter “damn” now and again. Do I sound like a white trash low-life piece of shit??? Gratefully, five minutes of watching the late-great George Carlin’s stand-up usually reaffirms my original belief: swearing is essential for those of us who have even an ounce of passion for life, especially in times when “gosh darnit” just doesn’t do the trick.

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Being true to myself as an artist means never, EVER getting too comfortable. Security is bullshit – firstly, it doesn’t truly exist and secondly, not wanting for anything is death to creativity. I create my best work when I am uncomfortable and seeking truth and hungering for fulfillment. It’s not an easy life, but once the glaze of complacency has been scrubbed from one’s eyes, mind, and heart, it is impossible to return to blissful ignorance.

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When facing a devastating crossroads in my life, I find it helpful to ask the opinions of absolutely anyone who will listen. Nothing beats having men, women, children, family, friends, and strangers confirm that I am completely and totally fucked.

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Still…I would rather fuck up my own life than let someone else do it for me.

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