NEVER IN MY LIFE...
...and I mean NEVER have I been as hardened as I am right now. The people who "cared" about me (I almost gagged on that one) have welded the toughest armor onto my entire being. I've considered it for a while and have come to the conclusion that there is nothing in this entire world that could hurt me anymore than I've been hurt already.
So, as the song says, hit me with your best shot...fire away. And then go fuck yourself.
So, as the song says, hit me with your best shot...fire away. And then go fuck yourself.
posted by Meg Kelso | 7:11 AM
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Whatever floats your boat!
Sorry for all your pain. I am going through a divorce, too. Visit my blog, Living the (not so) American Dream.
********NOT A COMMENT, JUST A QUICK NOTE******
Ms. Meggers, Glad ya got OUT of the crazy. Honey, I told ya I'd give ya some nail polish tips awhile back, but I've been doggin' your steps so to speak up here in The Tundra in terms of Tin Pan Alley. And now, snarnage to deal with and fuckin' freezin' and...nothin' compared to my glimpses of your recent "adventures." (BTW, "snarage": snow+carnage=snarnage) I'm sure manis are the last thing on your agenda right now but maybe later when life settles down and you're safe from the Serial Ax Murderer, OK?
Just think-here we are in a whole new year to fuck up! I think sometimes we're just lucky we've survived another day-never mind year-so here's to more "adventures in living" for '13.
Just glad you're safe. Oh, and believing there's nothing that can hurt you now that you've experienced the.....ahhh...perfidy of those who are SUPPOSE to "care"? There's a flip side to that, Little One. (Or at least there was for me.) I finally recognized there was nothing-not ONE thing-that could down the pike of life (or the rectum of life either) I couldn't handle. Really. Which has allowed me to cut down considerably on the anxiety. What ever happens, I'll survive. Didn't say I'd LIKE it, OK? But if the damn medical people-the alleged "Pros"- haven't killed me by now, I'm golden. Just ask my liver! ;)
Right now it all feels like shit. It will for awhile. Meanwhile, I just wanted you to know you've been missed, worried about etc. by an old widow with a geriatric cat here in The Tundra. Maybe it's time for a change in your life but damn, there are a preponderance of assholes as well as old people in your immediate vicinity. Can't avoid ALL of 'em, but here's to a new year where you're not the mole in the Wack-A-Mole Game of Life.
Take care, Meg. Believe it or not, not everyone is nasty, uncaring, crazy-in-a-bad-way. Sometimes I think being a nurse makes you a Professional Nurturer. But the nurturer needs nurturing as well.
Warmest Wishes,
Tundra Woman (TW) and Trouble, the geriatric cat. (sigh, yeah, I'm a cliche.;) )
I DO so love to be verbally economic so let me simply (and safely) reply thusly, I feel ya.
Pleasant emoticoms would be right here if I could create more than :)
Oh! BTW, it just so happens that I've been jonesing HARD for a mani-pedi lately!!! And yes, I accept gift cards for all special treatment.
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