Not a bone in my body hated. I didn’t understand it. Didn’t really want to. I loved everyone and everything and that was to my detriment. I had experienced a fleeting moment before. A defensive spell that were the only words I could weave to be left alone by my abusive ex spouse. In a…

I’m not just exhausted of all your paid talking points. I’m angry on a level that is obscene. Too calm and ice cold to show. I want my death. Everything you have put me through is on my blog. Every lie told but one. That love lingers for this tired, twisted and tormented soul. Stop.…

Things had settled down. I was writing less, admittedly. But I didn’t have as much to comment on and had gone into recovery mode. Sigh. I’m being harassed by suggestions of what to say. Like the brainless behavior can be overlooked by copying my thoughts as I write them and pretending they’re hers. Proof hacking…

No matter how long I look at a picture, I don’t recognize myself. If we take out the pink of youth and good lighting. Here it is, yet again. My favorite picture of me. I’m a good 90 lbs heavier- some of it muscle. But the closest I recently came was this. I want to…

No powder – couldn’t be arsed. Slight eyeshadow and mascara (the latter is running out) Nude lip gloss (as in clear) Is that gold in those Hazel mood changing eyes? Or are you just Fae to seem? Trying to recreate the wet look I think it’s better from the other side And dry again I…

I have a twitch that looks like a sneer What my mouth should look like And the twitch! If I don’t chill out my face really will freeze that way! Well… And because my cat is cute!

I spent a good 16 hours (admittedly with some breaks) tidying up the mess in here yesterday. And now I’m too exhausted to do anything. I still have trash to take out, recycling to be rid of, dishes to do, and maybe I should even vacuum. But meh. Fibromyalgia says, “Too bad, so sad, I’m…

Not much to report on the relationship front so here’s a toast to all the single but love-sick puppies! (And great fuck off dragons that turn into a pussycat or pixie at will!) It’s none alcoholic and I’ve been up 9 hours.

I say that more for the characters in, “The Stranger”. By Camu. They were stuck in a state of pervasive boredom and didn’t really care if they lived or died. Either would be fine. For me I have plenty to do. But no energy for it. I have a serious case of the blahs. It…