The Never-Ending Ramblings...

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Being juvenile. It’s that residual thing. can’t shake it off. Not like I’m holding a grudge, but, unable to just let it go. Well, so most of the time I can forget, and let go, but, when something negative arises, I’m hit with a fresh wave of hurtful memories; as was the case last night.
(I"ll peck the details out in one of my private 'for my eyes only blog')

Now, I’m just pissed off. Torgued – I like that word, I saw in an email this week. To further emphasize my unpleasant mood, I’m working on a Saturday. That really bites if you ask me!

I know, i just need to get over myself huh? can i throw something? Where's my stilettos?

so, if you don't get the whole....HHHHHHH thing, e me and i'll explain