It must be that time of the month for me.  Everything everyone is saying today is smacking me square in the emotional nuts.

Makes me want to emotionally vomit, that throbbing.

Peace out, bitch.  Or so my brother would say.

“Red is very pretty. I look forward to actually meeting her. I am glad you are moving slowly. Your heart needs a gentle landing somewhere, whether it is with or without her. I am glad you are being kind to yourself.” So says Mom.  And I find it ridiculously touching.  So I’m putting it up here for all the world to see.

And now, in honor of my officially having turned into a woman, I’ll go smoke a Virginia Slim and make catty comments about other ladies walking past my office downtown.