That's it, I'm done. I hereby forfeit the stupid war and let go my worries. As one pop star wisomized "My give-a-fucks are on vacation" and I find myself in her good company (maybe? I don't know her, so...). The point is, I simply don't care anymore. I retired my hot pink three-inch heels deemed … Continue reading Squatter’s Gonna Squat
War has been waged in my home. The last ten days have seen my surroundings, once contented, morph into a terrifying battleground, and at lightening speed. Once quiet evenings with a good book have, from seemingly nowhere, turned into hours of blaring diatribes of bitterness, complete with a curse word to every third or fourth noun, and often … Continue reading Blood Sugar Sex Magik
