NEW ORLEANS (Gazette) — Ooops!! I meant to add my finished/polished article to the Gazette site. I accidentally reposted it here on my editor’s desk. Sorry! Now, I have to write another article here. DANGGG!! I’m tired. Be patient while I correct this unbelievable mistake. Meanwhile, I left the last few paragraphs here below just to remind you what I wrote about. Sorry!
ALRIGHT Y’ALL! UPDATE: I plan to write the next article over this weekend. Thank you!
Who in the hell thinks they can change me now.
I do not seek to run in polite society. I was a rebel since I was 2 months-old (actually realizing it only when I was 9 months-old). In the furthest reaches of my mind, I do not even much care what image my detractors have of me. I cannot concern myself with what image people want to make me into. Since before I could even hold my own baby bottle, my self-image has been similar to the likes of: the Rolling Stones, Jimi Hendrix, Marlon Brando, Steve McQueen, Robert Mitchum, Paul Newman, James Bond 007. I am a card-carrying member of the likes of that group.
Jesus Christ loves me. I know that! However, one thing that I am not is a “bitch.” Ooops!! I forgot. I AM A BITCH. Sorry! In fact, I am A TOTAL BITCH! Hahaha. That does not sound right, does it? Anyway, I am not a HOE. Umm… I mean, I am not a HOE anymore.
Prioritizing my detractors, my special assistant (my Bond Girl) says: