Yeah……. I need to work some stuff out, here. I mean like seriously, so here’s another one of these. If these aren’t your thing, please move along. In fact please find another blog for now, because this is what you’ll be getting for awhile, I think.
Ok, just to cut right to the chase, I reeeeeeeeeally wish that Cady was still alive.
I’ve been listening to Life of a Pirate again, after a loooong run of like 7 years of not having listened to it and wow it’s really good. Better than I honestly remember. So many good songs here and it brings back a ton of good memories, like of 2010 and thereabouts, back when… IDK, I think Lindsay Lohan was my #1. Yeah it was THAT long ago, lol. I’m not sure when I first heard it. I don’t think it was when it was first released, it might have been after, somewhat. Like in 2011, or so. IDK. Either way, it seems like another century at this point, considering how fast things go these days… but yeah, what a great album. I might have not listened to it again if she hadn’t died. So maybe this is the one grain of something good that has come out of the mountains of awful that was her death.
I reeeeeally really wish she hadn’t died. I mean, she wasn’t just a phenomenal chick, she was a symbol for so much of what I liked about the entertainment industry, about Hollywood, and internet culture, and just… people in general. She stood for so much when she was alive and now it’s just… oof. Gawd, it’s just so dreadful and barren. So awful and noxious.
I know I’ve beaten this horse to death, but seriously, compare even her 2020 insta feed with the usual repulsive shit you get from people in the industry, like say, nearly anybody in the list I posted just below. As I’ve said, I stay away from celebrity social media these days. 99% of it is garbage, but hers was funny and likable even up to the current year. A real accomplishment.
Honestly, I would trade Cady for any one of the chicks I listed below. Or or to be 100% honest… frankly… for all of them.
Alot of chicks on my roster have officially left in 2020. Elizabeth Gillies, Emma Roberts, Lily Collins, and Cady, etc. I don’t give a fuck about any of them but Cady. The rest of them were so similar to each other that they might as well have been interchangeable, and in fact they literally are. Emma Roberts is pregnant? Honestly, who gives a fuck. Just dump her, plug in Lexi Jayde, and we’re good to go. Que cera, cera. Gillies, Collins, whatever. There were probably more at some point. I don’t care.
Cady though can’t be replaced easily, if at all. Which is why her death is so hard to take. She wasn’t a stepford-wife 2020 type musician- I mean look at her insta feed; there is absolutely none of the shit you find clogging up everyone else’s feed these days, like BLM crap, ignorant political junk, paid advertisement crapola and other trash. No, it’s just fun, and clever posts of real substance, and not even much self-promotion that you would think would be de-rigueur on even an indie musician’s feed. It was a real gem until the end.
Geez, what a fantastically great person she was. Her soul was uniquely beautiful. A better human being certainly than the typical sheltered Hollywood product of nepotism like Collins and Roberts, or someone like Taylor Swift, regardless of how “hot” they are. I guess that what I’m saying is that I would rather have a hour’s worth of conversation with someone like Cady than a day with an Emma Roberts type. Honestly… I seriously mean this.
And it’s sad that there isn’t someone I know of to replace Cady. It sucks.
IDK, maybe I just need to get out more. But damn, her kind just seems rarer than ever these days.
The fact that she…… well, offed herself seems again a rather damning indictment of America 2020. It’s a brutal statement on the horrors of the industry certainly, but I think of everything.
And it’s evidence that I was right.
I didn’t blog for so long because I thought… I was alone in how I regarded things. Like, I thought things were exceptionally dreadful, but that was just me, you know? I mean, none of my girlfriends thought like that, I have like hundreds of them, so… But, yeah. Then I found out Cady killed herself, and yeah, there’s the proof. It wasn’t just me. And it seems like it’s the best of us that are the worst affected by what is going on.
This sucks. It’s just awful. And there’s no way out, except for maybe my reality warping powers. Ugh, how dreadful. This really fucking sucks.
I wonder sometimes how any of these guys responsible for this- I mean, the usual types, we all know them, Trump, Biden, Kamala, Soros, Bezos, hell, all the politicians, all the rich people, etc. blah blah blah, even sleep at night. Knowing the carnage they cause… it just seems like these guys must not even be human. How could they be? Just look at this place. Look at how dirty, ruined and ugly this place is. Look at how unhappy everyone is. I can’t walk outside anymore without people telling me how much they hate how this country has ended up, how much better life was before, etc. and I don’t even mean the older generations. I’ve heard that kind of talk plenty if not moreso from younger Americans than older ones. Although lately is seems like I hear it from everybody I meet.
I just… hate this. I still feel profoundly embarrassed at being a part of a country like this. And I think at this point I might never be proud of this country again. How tragic. And how awful for everyone.
It’s like there’s this bottomless pit that’s opening up in front of everyone, and we’re all in danger of falling in, except that the rich and powerful feel that maybe they won’t be if they just scream “BLACK LIVES MATTER BLACK LIVES MATTER!!!!!!!!!!” loudly and incessantly enough. Boy, do I have news for them, lol.
But I think the point is the one I keep making here. Everyone is scared out of their minds, but at least the rich live well. For now, haha.
What was I saying? Oh yeah, Cady Groves.
Sigh. Well, I just wish she was still alive, I guess. I don’t know where I’m even going with this. Maybe there’s nowhere to go. Maybe that’s just it. Like, that’s it. My best relationship is over, and that’s it. The country is a shithole, and that’s it. And nothing is to be done about anything, anymore. Maybe that’s all there is.
I don’t know what else to say. It’s like I’m just repeating myself over and over, and nothing ever changes. Like I’m trapped, or something. Like I’m boxed in with no way out.
Gawd, I so wish I was dead, too, lol. And then there’s that again, haha.
Do you think that maybe if I die I’ll get a do-over with some of this stuff?
Probably not.
Sigh…
I think I’ll get high again and off to bed, again.
Who knows, maybe I’ll listen to Life of a Pirate again.
Like usual.
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