I had a wicked tantrum yesterday when I got back from Buffalo. I went into our crazy crooked bedroom and threw myself on the bed, kicked my feet and cried.
It was awesome.
Then H came over and we drank wine and talked about what we did at the weddings we went to over the weekend. I wish my little brother didn’t read this blog because man, there was some wacked out stuf that happened that I would tell you all about.
Except its not law related and I worry that those four of you who read this would be disappointed in my lack of law related posting lately. I guess that is something to be addressed at some point too. How the blog is losing some focus because of my unemployed status. But still, the wedding would make for some good posting. Maybe when I am less dementedly tired I will write more aout it.
But yeah, I had a four year old girl fit. And I even had the mary-janes. Except the ones I had on yesterday had a 3 1/4 inch heel.
Hey, I’ve seen these freak outs before and they’re not pretty. But evidently necessary,from time to time.
Anyone remember the epic battles that took place in your apartment in Schenectady, going around the picnic table? Anyways, with a few tattoos, and a bit of a drug habit the Suicide Girls would take you.
It must be part of the Baltimore zietgiest to go postal in a confined apartment space. Yikes! SMA!