Less Talk, Less What?

Recently, I adopted a habit of shutting myself up till my head aches because of humongous worries. Ask me the reason about my newly acquired habit and I’ll give you nothing. Haha! Again, Less talks, less damages. Less talks, less shits. Less talks, less backstabs. Less talks, les bians. Huh? There’s so much to worry about that my mind could explode anytime. Even this rant-filled blog of mine can’t get enough of it. Worse, I get eyebags and tend to mess up everything the following day. I need a stress-free, vitamin-rich, and sanity-providing diet. Only thoughts of the upcoming G.A., the lights, the sounds, and the crowd save me from getting anywhere near tralalaland and keep me sane. Wee. Woo. Wee. I see dead betches! Hahahaha!