The Bumps In The Road

The Bumps In The Road

Ever have those times that test your metal... See how sound your hull is? Yeah, I'm using nautical terms and I've never been in the Navy, but my ship is rolling on waves that make me more than seasick and I wonder when the storm will stop... Did get two weeks of good weather before the "Perfect Storm" hit.... Rarely do I write about my own trials and tribulations, but tonight is one of the times when I feel the need to spill my guts to perfect strangers... Well, let's assume they are perfect....

Half of my life is fantastic, half sucks green monkey dicks.... And I'm tired of the one or the other roll of the dice.... Why in the hell can't it be both sides now? Either I have enough money and not enough lovin' or not enough money and more lovin' than I've had in a really long time. I wanted to say coons age, but most would say it is a racist statement... Although for me it's about the furry creatures that make me laugh, not a less than stellar term for a person of African decent... So, I'm using it and hoping the world will understand.... If not, tonight I say fuck em!

I want very much to be grateful for what I've got, and not feeling like the glass is less than half full and there ain't a motherfucker around who cares to add to the glass. I'm a grouchy bear of a woman who is ready to kick some ass, or jump off a bridge.... Although there are three that might mind if I jumped off a bridge.. I'll have to ask them.....

There are holes in the soles of my shoes, holes in all my socks, and holes in my soul where my financial security used to live.... Why the hell are pieces of paper with dead guys on them ruining my life? Or, at least my perception of a secure life.... I truly want to scream!!!!!