Yes, those of us who had a good time celebrate anniversaries and milestones.
It’s what people with real hearts do.
I tried to slip out. But lo, Hashhag made that Really Fucking Difficult. And today, Impossible.
When I get dragged through hell, I learn to reign over it.
What did I do?
I fucking smiled.
That’s all I had to do.
Go fish, bitch.
The internet is so much more enjoyable now. Thank you for going away.
You do realize that you are the only person in our relationship. He and I left a long time ago.
But hey. If he ever comes to his senses, tell him to call me. Worth a shot to see whether I’d be willing to leave mine.
Senses, that is. Not relationship.
If folks weren’t so busy looking down their crooked nose at me … alternating between that and nestling their nose UP my ass … they’d realize I walked my fine ass away from their ass LONG ago.
I do have a fine ass, thanks. Heard that before but good to be reminded.
The rest of me is pretty awesome too.
That time when I knew that everyone knew what I thought they didn’t know but they did and he doesn’t know that they know what he thought they didn’t know but they knew all along and still do.
This is getting SO GOOD.
Left behind everything and everyone I loved.
But sometimes you have to make decisions that break your heart to give your soul peace.
Fair trade.
No secrets. No shame.
Never were. Never will be.
Feel free to watch me shine.
Oh wait, I always am.
January truly was the longest year ever.
Lost amid the corruption and hysteria were three key deaths. Kobe Bryant, Mary Higgins Clark and Elizabeth Wurtzel.
Kobe got the headlines. As he should.
But Elizabeth was me. Is me.
Posting this here because I expect to read it again and again. And to inspire me as I run for my own life.
The Chaotic, Beautiful Larks of Elizabeth Wurtzel
She made a career out of her emotions. In her words …
