Madness, Mayhem & Meatballs…
When moments surround me with such fierceness I have this incredible urge to run screaming off the edge of a cliff.. this will both end the pressure I obviously can’t deal with as well as give me the opportunity to fly for the first time.
But being a mom and somewhat of a grownup I realise that this behaviour is not proper and I need to learn new and more interesting ways of dealing with things that won’t
- result in me screaming like a mad woman
- leave a big mess for some random to scrape up
- and wont require a “Men in Black memory wiper thingy”
normally just the mere act of blogging has proven sufficient in working through my issues but this time my frustration is huge and my head feels like it is going to explode because I have to bite my frikken tongue.
So since I am unable to voice my concerns for now I think I will go drink a bottle of rum and text some people, followed by a blissful drunken sleep and tomorrow I will blame it all on alcohol and promise never to touch the dirty captain again…
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Tracking..
A bottle of rum has cure many a problem
regarding the dop: the phrase is “…..until next time”
Hello Briget, good to see the blog is still going strong. Keep it up ! Just had half a bottle of the Captain myself . . hic. . with Pepsi (watching McGruber I was). Oooh the room spins. Take care.
Add some Red Bull. Wings and all that.
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Havana Club, Bokkie, Havana Club.
.-= Hardspear´s last blog ..Ascribe Mental Disability to ADD- Make it Official- Bawl Your Eyes Out and Pick Yourself Up Again =-.
I feel like that occasionally. Usually about a
particular family memberperson, which usually means I can’t blog about it.