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Saturday, April 2, 2016
Within the last few years, I have developed what I call a "Sadness Quotient". Simply defined as the amount of sadness, bad news, blah I allow myself to be exposed to. The last couple of days when I get out of bed, my quotient for the day has already been reached. There is so much sadness, meanness, wrongness, badness in the world. What the fuck is wrong with people? I don't have the answer. Blah!