Blogger's Tale: My BED Drug Testing

Note: This is not to be taken seriously, and is purely fictional.

My daily thoughts and moods changed when WBE Blog of Fame finalists were accused of using BED(Blog Enhancement Drugs), and were subject to sessions in a therapy home. Me and my blog weren't above being tested either, and my life's perception and inspiration had just changed drastically.

Life according to me goes beyond photography, but I wasn't interested in another one of those Unsolved Mysteries of the World because this can ruin a simple happy life!

It wasn't my piece of paradise to get tested at the hospital, but the latest buzz was that the Pinoy Medical Doctor was going to administer the testing.

I was glad I wasn't at mom's place and that she didn't know my exact whereabouts. I would rather listen to Lainy's Musings than her tell me about not following my steps and journey. You know the way family can be.

The least the hospital could have done was have me wait in Lady Java's Lounge while I went over business matters, but that obviously didn't happen. There were blogger cats running around everywhere, and the only books to read were Meow Diaries. I would have escaped testing had I known that, but that was the way I used to be. Still, can someone tell me where Chuchie's Hideaway is?

Seriously, I couldn't watch a sports pay-for-view or have some pynk candy while I waited. I mean, I couldn't even read about helping you win your fantasy football, baseball, basketball, and hockey leagues ovah coffee. I couldn't even step out to go to the Hip Hop Pop and RnB Stop to listen to the newest hits because of this. Where's the magazines with women and their sexy legs and body? It wasn't worth the wait.

For some reason before being called, I was reading Levian's blog while eating a nachos grande when I felt sick to my stomach. It wasn't because I was in a perfume gallery instead of a lounge. It wasn't Gagay doing the testing.

The person doing the testing would turn-u-off quickly. A woman remembers seeing this person, and said she definitely wasn't the certified fashionable chic. I guess she didn't care about that woman's self esteem when saying it out loud.

I left the hospital after testing while running into someone claiming they were a Walking Newspaper. The person told me a lot about anything under the sun, but it was the front page tabloid that didn't give me one of those moments to remember. The person made me mad saying the clipping was going in a scrap collection!

If that's not bad enough, I had to use my persuasion to convince my real-life friend Cashewredneck to find someone with good insights on things that matter most as well as someone who could give me a frank angle, too. Even that was one of those challenges of life.

Eventually, he recommended someone who is in a league of her own about legal advice. Even me being the ultimate optimist, I was disappointed to find out she was scouting a designated hotter when I called. I was really counting on her thoughts, ideas, and resources. And I couldn't even get paid travel time for this either. The truth hurts like freedom! So much for wishing on a falling star for something to go right!

I decided on my own that flying low about this would be best, so I made a small note about it. I had to move as iTraveled as people found out more about the bitz 'n pieces of my life reading daily snippets. The people, places, events, good food, and my life would never be the same again.

So I sold my house, and studied a traveler's notebook to find that Stacey Avenue is in a great location. It's Analou's place to remember in case I forget.

Well, that wraps up one of those chapters of my life. I'm reminded that life is what you make it. Just don't savor 'd flavor of reading my thoughts on daily living knowing of my BED testing!

I hope you enjoyed!

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