Back in my original college years, my friend got involved with the very stereotype that makes women look bad. She was, for lack of a better term, a heinous bitch. I’m not one for that label very often, but honestly, if *I* am calling you something like that, then you best get your ass into therapy and find out what the fuck is wrong with you. Ahem. She was the president of our choir. I did her job after she got pregnant with my friend’s baby. Well, I think that’s how it went, I’m...
Why? Because then I can wax nostalgic about everything that goes on in my life while all of the people I live with are at work or school. Its like my Zen moment, my freedom… Speaking of Freedom, yesterday morning at MJ’s between the moments of giggles and looking for my fucking pants and again on my way home from her house, I spoke with an old boyfriend. I should blog-name him Meatloaf, but when we first met, he went by the name, “Freedom.” I’m a sucker for the brooding...
I really don’t know what to title this. I’ve recently gotten several abundance gifts in the form of old friends coming back into my realm, and I have found myself revisiting a time that was probably one of the healthiest in my life. I lived in the Cleveland suburbs for about 10 years, from age 5 – 15. Its my home, of sorts, even if I haven’t been there in over a decade. Cleveland was a haven. It marked my escape from a very dark period of my life. In junior high, I had a very...
