So here is the thing... I have a few things on my mind. I believe that I just may be completely and certifiably insane but--darn it all--therapy just isn't covered on my insurance plan. At least, not enough to cover all my issues.
If you care to come along with me on this roller-coaster ride, please do but just be aware that I will say anything about anything at anytime. So any offense taken is not my problem, but yours because as of now you've been properly warned.
That being said... I am a semi-single mother of a 5-year old. I live in a smallish town in Minnesota, with my son, my boyfriend and a dog who may just give Marley from Marley and Me a run for his money. Craziness is pretty much everywhere around me. But that's okay: it's the normalcy that freaks me out.
I work as an unloader for a very, VERY large corporation that I would say most of you visit on at least a weekly basis and spend probably half your monthly paycheck. And that's all I will say about that because I don't always have nice things to say about them. I came up with the name of my address-thing here from some of my coworkers: one of them at one time stated when I first started working there his first impression of me was that I must be "a total princess...until I opened [my] mouth to speak. And there went that." Haha!
I suffer from moderate-severe depression, and always have since I was about 10. Some of that depression now has turned into anxiety, and sometimes it seems to follow my monthly cycle; you may notice times when for a week I'll seem on the warpath, or overly weepy, and then the next day I'll be fine. This is where the "straitjacket" part comes in. Haha again.
Currently, I'm in my (regrettably) LATE 20s. I am content for the most part but there are a few things lacking in my life that I find rather difficult to deal with at my age (which I'm sure the regret is self-imposed): lack of a ring and lack of another baby. I have no better way to cope with these things other than by ranting and raving here.
I cannot promise I'll write daily, or even monthly. I cannot promise I will read or write back. I can promise I'll try, and I write when the spirit moves me.
I'm an Aquarius; we are loyal to a fault, eccentric, charismatic and most importantly cannot be caged or controlled. Some deem me a bit flaky... guess what? I don't care. I am who I am. I deal with it. Now so can you.
HAHA times three!
And now that that's done, on to the real story...
