I used to have a Bloop Diary, (I was an OD Refugee during the OD Depression of 2010) but I can't remember my login info, so here I am again.
My baby brother is a heroin addict, my mom is his biggest enabler (though she vehemently denies it), my estranged father died suddenly of an aortic aneurysm in 2009 and I'm still in a state of depression over it, my husband is on the verge of unemployment (it literally could be ANY DAY now), we're in debt (bad debt) up to our eye balls...the list could go on and on and I feel like my favs are sick of reading about all of it. So you...my new favs (or whatever you Bloopers call them) can read all my "woe is me" entries.
But my daughter will be getting off the bus in 45 minutes and I still have a few things to get done around the house. So I best be off. I do need to get somethings off my chest and out of my head at some point today or I swear I'll explode and take half of the state with me - so...
...I'll be back. (Corny as hell, I'm aware, but I'm totally okay with it!)
teapots & lemonade,
-Bliss
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