hello friends!
have you ever had one of those days where you just have to completely burn out and cry and be livid or upset before you can be a functioning human again? allowing yourself a temporary insanity to prevent it from becoming a permanent insanity? that was me yesterday. chalk part of it up to hormones. whore-mones is more like it. lord have mercy. the other factors are indeed real players, if not amorpheous, as always.
it was like a controlled burning for my psyche yesterday. i had to torch the place before new growth and pretty flowers would be allowed to spring forth.
unfortunately, i set my magnifying glass to just a few ants and scorched them within an inch of their lives before i figure out the whole forest was burning, not the anthill.
sufficed to say, thanks to senor mas' patience, a two-hour bath, and 3/4 of a bottle of wine, i am somewhat less of a fire-starter than i was yesterday. hide the matches anyway.
adieu for now,
lu
2 comments:
I don't think it was do to "whore-mones". Did I miss something fun?
naw, i was just calling my hormones, whore-mones. they beat me up prit good.
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