i only lj when i'm crazy
ergo i'm crazy and should NOT be lj'ing. but just so you know...it was gonna be deep and profound and probably make you feel sorry for me and perhaps raise a tear or two or at the very least a knowing nod of understanding. you'd probably reply something about how it'll pass and i'm sure to feel better soon. for my part i'd be horrified at having put my shit in the street that way and wish i'd never brought it up in the first place. the object of my angst be it person, place or thing (definitely a noun though so ....er wait...it really could be a verb so i'd best refrain from making rash statements) will most likely have evaporated by the time i would have been done grousing about the...situation. See i've already said too much. So I'm gonna go now and quietly deal with this by artistically journaling in a coffee shop downtown. I'll use colored pens and drink soothing tea. I'll let tears stream down my face if necessary so that passersby will either wonder what the hell is wrong with me or look at all my acoutremont and know that I'm simply being melodramatic. But in the end nobody, not you guys or my erstwhile audience will have a clue about what the fuck I'm going on about. Sheesh, now it looks like I'm trying to get you all to ask me "what's wrong Renee? What can we do to help?" but really I'm not. What I'd like best is for you all to congratulate me on my AMAZING restraint at not publicizing my bizness and thus saving myself from unneccesary future embarrassment. Cards and flowers are also acceptable.