The inner workings of a troubled mind.

Sorry for this mess of mine!

It seems every time I read a story on this site, it is great! I rarely come across a piece that needs a lot of work or plain sucks.
I feel sorry for the people who stumble onto my port and are subjected to my crap.  I can imagine them shaking their heads side to side, hitting their delete button numerous times, then shaking their fists in the air at the futile attempt.

Family reunion was yesterday. No one was seriously injured or maimed this year. Hooray!
yesterday was an observational feast for me. I was having the time of my life watching the craziest and mentally unstable characters for six hours straight.

I did not get a word in. Everyone had a story to tell and I was all ears. I know most people love to talk about themselves, but I seriously think that my family tops them all. I heard stories of regrets, tales of anger and hate, stories of success, gossip like you wouldn't believe, all wrapped up with a positive thought at the end.  It was great. 

Later, Lana