there are days, and there are days. this isn’t one of them.
lacking either a breathalyzer or an estrogen-level detection device on my computer to lock me out when i have no business interacting with the internet, i carry on. this is one of those days my hormones are suggesting i dive headfirst into a vat of foster’s. thankfully i have no beer so it’s just me and hormones that would peel paint off walls.
i have a lot of things to say and i’m so afraid i’ll say them. they never, ever come out right. i’d like to thank Trula for this comment and publicly apologize some more, and also i have rebuttals of a sort but nothing that will hopefully ever see the light of day. i have no business even typing this now and it’s amazing i am, considering i’m actually shaking.
there’s a reason i generally avoid conflicts and when i do put myself out there in a controversial position it’s with the same sensation as one might have sticking one’s hand in the fire, again. you know it’s going to come out badly.