| Whinging Again 2010-07-19 11:41 p.m. It's nearly Tuesday. I've fixed myself fairly lo-cal cocktails that I will surely regret in the morning. I feel like I'm constantly fighting to keep my place. At work, in life. Impingement. And though I feel justified defending my position, my dreams, my plans, it still makes me feel like a fat old crone. When you have no boyfriend, no husband, no male to defend you, you have to act like a bitch to keep what you've grown safe. And I hate that. I extend courtesy to others, talk to them before I move forward, and yet no one does that for me. This is all total whinging, of course. But that's why I have kept this 12 year old diary alive. For whining, and sobbing and complaining. Clay Crush Level: Today I Saw: The Weather is: |
