Thursday, June 26, 2014
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Momma ( stoned)
Let's talk some real talk. first of all... im high as a kite... I bought a gask mask bong lolz So im D E E P in my head tonight/ morining its about 1am.. but in my life time means nothings. I sleeep when I want, eat when I want do what I want. It's glorious.
SO the song before " Dear Mama" got me thinking.. wow I messed my kids up by breaking witht he middle class thing bonnie and ron had going on and going my own way. Let's face it. Im ghetto as fuck. I just am. My kids call me Hippie Gangsta. haha thats what I am a aHippie Thug.. id beat yer ass but im too high BITCH! lmao
Anyways, my kids grew up poor. Most of the month, I dont even have a dollar in my pocket. Pops is a Hustla.. Used to be weed, but now that he's on Felony five year Probation for growing weed on state property ( what an stupid stupid man).. shit where was i?
( reading back) oh so now its legal stuff. He buys and sells things, drives people around.. hes a handyman caregiver taxi lol.. and he makes it thru the month with us, Someone needs a ride he comes back with a soda for me lol
Wow, this is candid. Just know hes the best man ive ever known. HE might not be a good provider, but Id rather be poor and spend every waking moment with him than wealthy and be lonely. At the end, all I have is memories before I die.
Ive been in plenty of hospital beds to know that, in your life..you cant take it with you.
It s why I have tattoos, Everything I love is on my body. I get lonely for my gram, I look at my arm and boom! Im feeling weak? on my right arm is gram lucky the strongest gangserest woman I ever knew.
Gram was straight up G. So was my papa.
WHY MY GRAM LUCKY and PAPA were GANGSTA:
1) Gram had a loaded .25 in her purse. (Get a tissue rhondalynn, dont touch the gun"
2)They lived together for 25 years. Right or wrong she held down her man. One thing that I admire about Bonnie is that I admire how she hold shit down.. if anything Bonnie is straight up G too.. Woman can throw a punch o m g.
3)This was kinda my Grandpa .. but there was a loaded shotgun behind my papas door which was quite near the front door. Every one knew it was there, we knew not to touch it..who does that? lol
4)My papa I think had a wife the whole time he lived with my gram and then they got married when she died. I could be wrong.. my gram has told me so many stories I could write a book on that alone.
5) My papa had a wooden leg.
6) my papa was so italian.. he just smelled italian haha
7)HE wore a gun to my 2nd grade betsy ross thing and EVERYONE was cool with me after that. yay papa
8) Her nicname was LUCKY. Lucky and Louie Lovetro.. come on.
9) Anythign my gram wanted she got, and my gram would get up out of the living room to go to the kitchen to pour my papas coffee at the litchen table... and the coffee was right behind him. Thats G as fuck yo..lol
Im tired of this haha
I miss you Rgr... im trying to make loopster happy but.
SO the song before " Dear Mama" got me thinking.. wow I messed my kids up by breaking witht he middle class thing bonnie and ron had going on and going my own way. Let's face it. Im ghetto as fuck. I just am. My kids call me Hippie Gangsta. haha thats what I am a aHippie Thug.. id beat yer ass but im too high BITCH! lmao
Anyways, my kids grew up poor. Most of the month, I dont even have a dollar in my pocket. Pops is a Hustla.. Used to be weed, but now that he's on Felony five year Probation for growing weed on state property ( what an stupid stupid man).. shit where was i?
( reading back) oh so now its legal stuff. He buys and sells things, drives people around.. hes a handyman caregiver taxi lol.. and he makes it thru the month with us, Someone needs a ride he comes back with a soda for me lol
Wow, this is candid. Just know hes the best man ive ever known. HE might not be a good provider, but Id rather be poor and spend every waking moment with him than wealthy and be lonely. At the end, all I have is memories before I die.
Ive been in plenty of hospital beds to know that, in your life..you cant take it with you.
It s why I have tattoos, Everything I love is on my body. I get lonely for my gram, I look at my arm and boom! Im feeling weak? on my right arm is gram lucky the strongest gangserest woman I ever knew.
Gram was straight up G. So was my papa.
WHY MY GRAM LUCKY and PAPA were GANGSTA:
1) Gram had a loaded .25 in her purse. (Get a tissue rhondalynn, dont touch the gun"
2)They lived together for 25 years. Right or wrong she held down her man. One thing that I admire about Bonnie is that I admire how she hold shit down.. if anything Bonnie is straight up G too.. Woman can throw a punch o m g.
3)This was kinda my Grandpa .. but there was a loaded shotgun behind my papas door which was quite near the front door. Every one knew it was there, we knew not to touch it..who does that? lol
4)My papa I think had a wife the whole time he lived with my gram and then they got married when she died. I could be wrong.. my gram has told me so many stories I could write a book on that alone.
5) My papa had a wooden leg.
6) my papa was so italian.. he just smelled italian haha
7)HE wore a gun to my 2nd grade betsy ross thing and EVERYONE was cool with me after that. yay papa
8) Her nicname was LUCKY. Lucky and Louie Lovetro.. come on.
9) Anythign my gram wanted she got, and my gram would get up out of the living room to go to the kitchen to pour my papas coffee at the litchen table... and the coffee was right behind him. Thats G as fuck yo..lol
Im tired of this haha
I miss you Rgr... im trying to make loopster happy but.
Monday, June 23, 2014
Sunday, June 22, 2014
So, it's Sunday afternoon.. im sitting here wondering where the fuck to start. I guess Basics. I'll do it list style
Pen Name: Lucky Barragato.. lucky is one gram's name, Barragato is my other gram's maiden name
Age: 44
Kids: Three.. J is 25, Army dude.. D is 20, Air Force dude.. Rora.. my sweet babygirl divalicious crazy wildcat artist.. the younger ones think J is my favorite.. J thinks D is my favorite.. and Rora has no idea how much I love her. How can I pick a favorite? They have three different dads.. three different personalities.. I cant choose. The mister thinks D is my favorite...insanity.
The Mister: I met him when I was 8 1/2 months preggers with Rora.. He was 18 and I was 26. He was hitting on me...lol Ill never forget that day as long as I live. We've been together THIS TIME lol 4 years. He is my everything.
I love tattoos, crochet, meeting new people... anything from the UK. Horror movies, crime shows. I like being scared out of my wits, and anything that makes me FEEL
I am a survivor of Childhood sexual, physical and emotional abuse at the hands of my middle class parents.
I have an amazing Auntie <3 and cousins who fill my days with joy.
I suffer from 10+ chronic illnesses.. origins unknown. Chicken and egg kinda thing. Doc thinks it could be from a brain bleed originally ugh.
I firmly believe in ***trigger*** warnings, I dont want to set anyone off with my truth
PTSD, anxiety and Depression are a part of me. Some days a HUGE part.. some days, they are just letters to me
Pen Name: Lucky Barragato.. lucky is one gram's name, Barragato is my other gram's maiden name
Age: 44
Kids: Three.. J is 25, Army dude.. D is 20, Air Force dude.. Rora.. my sweet babygirl divalicious crazy wildcat artist.. the younger ones think J is my favorite.. J thinks D is my favorite.. and Rora has no idea how much I love her. How can I pick a favorite? They have three different dads.. three different personalities.. I cant choose. The mister thinks D is my favorite...insanity.
The Mister: I met him when I was 8 1/2 months preggers with Rora.. He was 18 and I was 26. He was hitting on me...lol Ill never forget that day as long as I live. We've been together THIS TIME lol 4 years. He is my everything.
I love tattoos, crochet, meeting new people... anything from the UK. Horror movies, crime shows. I like being scared out of my wits, and anything that makes me FEEL
I am a survivor of Childhood sexual, physical and emotional abuse at the hands of my middle class parents.
I have an amazing Auntie <3 and cousins who fill my days with joy.
I suffer from 10+ chronic illnesses.. origins unknown. Chicken and egg kinda thing. Doc thinks it could be from a brain bleed originally ugh.
I firmly believe in ***trigger*** warnings, I dont want to set anyone off with my truth
PTSD, anxiety and Depression are a part of me. Some days a HUGE part.. some days, they are just letters to me
ReVamped V--V
Well.. I promised my son that I'd write a book.. nevermind I was in the Emergency Room screaming for him to let me just die.. that the pain was too great..lol I keep my promises to him eventually. So, this is the name that I've chosen for the book. I've been mulling it in my head for a minute or a year haha.. the aftermath that is me.
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