Normal is Relative
Some days there just isn't enough coffee. But there may be red lipstick and appetizers later. Apparently I'm not supposed to be venting in a "public" blog. Ya know because those I write about might catch wind of it. oooooo. Bad Liz, bad bad. I'm not supposed to air the perceived transgressions of my ex, or fuss about things in life that get under my skin. Well, I suppose maybe I'm allowed just as long as it's only to an approved source that will keep any frustrations to themselves. Or maybe I'm supposed to continue to play my role as kicked puppy and not say anything, ever, in any capacity. Meh. Either way, those latter things aren't going to happen. Getting all this crap out of my head has been therapeutic in it's own little way, I never should have slowed down. If anyone gets referenced, inadvertently or otherwise, and takes offense, so be it. This is my brain spillage, this is my perception of life thus ...