Right now I feel like being a bitch. Like my aura has become a poisonous purple-black cloud.
I feel like being very cruel to someone, and I have to try very hard right now NOT to be cruel to those who are around the most, yet deserve it the least.

Apparently it helps to write about it, because even as I type these words, I can feel that oppressive black cloud dissipating...giving way to a peaceful, translucent green aura.
I'm feeling better already.

C.O.T.

How does one determine "Who You Are"? One measure by which I define who someone is is by what they do...how they live their life.

How then, do you forgive someone who has basically lied to you about how they've been living their life for the last 5 years? Do you really even know that person after all?
How do you feel when you discover that, all along, someone you trust had more in common with those people whom you trust about as far as you can throw?
Betrayed, disgusted and confused, that's how.

Rats, I feel that purple-black "bitch" cloud coming back again.

Low Point Of The Day or Possibly The Week:

The car driving in front of me on the way to work this morning, hit a dog. The poor thing ran off, yelping in pain and it looked like one hind leg was broken. I felt so sorry for him/her, and I think the driver was shaken too, because he drove under 40 kmph for the rest of the time we were behind him.

Now I have no clue what to do in these situations...Ade, Shelly, if y'all are reading, advise me...
Should we have tried to take the stray to the R.S.P.C.A.? I've heard that injured dogs tend to snap at approaching strangers. Would the R.S.P.C.A. come and pick up the dog if someone called and reported it?
I just don't know.

It's been a couple days since Grand Kadooment....and I think I'm gonna be ok.
People, I'm afraid I almost DID "brek off muh waist"! I tell ya, that jump-up was so long and tiring! I'm definately not as young as I used to be.