I went out with a newer friend last night. And I guess I have a lot bottled up because I dumped all over that poor woman. Thankfully, I did not cry.
Part of what we talked about was writing. And I told her how the psychic told me to write and that I do love it when it isn’t a chore.
And this upcoming week – it cannot be a chore. There is SO much crap to share. Here is a list so I can keep it straight.
1) The acne saga
2) The state of my finances – horrifying AND pathetic AND depressing!
3) The party drama from last weekend – I am scarred. And where I show how damaged I am that I woke convinced it was all my fault.
4) The old friend saga – where I wonder if Mr. Right has been under my nose for 10+ years
5) The brother drama – it keeps coming and coming
I will be back as often as I can to get this all out.
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