You know how the littlest things start piling up, and you feel like you are losing it, going under?  Like bills.   Like stress.   Like anger.  Like bitterness.  The feeling of being consumed, and overtaken by life.   

I feel like that.  For the last week or so, I have been in panic mode.  Of course, everyone deals with this shit.  Or some of it, at sometime.  I'm no different, and things could be worse.   They have been worse.  

I've fed the bitterness to the anger.  I fed the anger, to the self-pity.  I let it overtake me, (I add in blame for weakness, due to PMS here) .  Yeah this week has sucked. I have whined, and I hate whiners.   I have complained, and definately made a fool of myself, by puking out vile words, and pulling juvenile shit.   I really dont care.   It happens.  I called up one of my bff s and put in a request for a bitch slap.  She has it handled.  lol  As usual..   I can call her for a slap to the face anytime.  ha 

Time to pick myself up, kick my ass a little bit.  Get over it!!  Shit will work out. 

I turned 33 Monday, June 11.  My daughter, will be 5 in a few weeks.   I want to rock this summer, and feel good, and not crumble down around some pity pile of bullshit on the floor.    

Lets do this baby!