Blah, blah, blah

I wonder when I became this blathering, bitter, twisted person? Ok, that is a little harsh, but it certainly feels that way. I can't seem to find peace in my head and everything I do seems mired in some sort of bog. No fucking forward movement. Of course this means I need to dissect EVERYTHING.… Continue reading Blah, blah, blah

Minefield

Ah the minefield that is a relationship.   We note the little danger sign, but man that view is amazing, and (to mix metaphors) it is such arable land.  We see so much potential, so much possibility, that we blithely continue.  For the really crazy - cue me - we do this in multiples.  Hey!  Two… Continue reading Minefield