Well, people who read this blog, I'm back.
"Why??" you ask. Because my facebook peeps keep telling me that I really really need a blog, and I have one, I just haven't written in it for two years. It is sitting here all lost and alone in the internets. Waiting patiently, or maybe not so, for me to come back and care about it.
I am hoping writing will be easier--theraputic, perhaps.
And since I'm spewing forth little and big pieces of my life, I'm hoping someone finds my writing interesting.
And now for the disclaimers--and there are many:
I graduated from high school in 1986 and didn't finish college. I stay home all day and clean, cook and shop. You want proper grammar, spelling and the like--leave now. I am going to write like I talk and I'm sure it won't be pretty.
I cuss. A lot. I am not proud of it, but it is me. Sorry. Consider yourself warned.
There is no topic that is completely off limits.....my period, my mood swings, my political views. If you want me to write about something, let me know.
I will NOT fight with you. If you hate me, then hate me quietly and leave me alone. I've got a lot of shit on my plate and the last thing I want to hear about is how my children could be better citizens if I would have taken the time to breastfeed or vote republican.
Other than that, I'm going to bed. Tonight was my weekly Go-and-buy-crap-from-Target run and I'm friggin tired.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
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She wants her planet back. Woolfy – “Shooting Stars” Funny how his voice in
this song made me think he was singing ratchet instead of rapture. I heard
this...
2 years ago