Why this blog?

I can't afford therapy. Bottom line - yet I know that I have a lot of pent up rage and that's just not healthy. Not the bottom line part - the pent up rage part. Anyway. In therapy you talk to someone in some pretend, thought up way which is supposed to lead to some epiphany, original pain, someone who seems bred to irritate that pain, a personal revelation or at least action plan out of whatever situation you find yourself. And recovery or at least blissful ignorance.

This blog will represent the talking part. I will vent - in whatever way I choose, and others will read and either commiserate or be completely and diametrically opposed and vehemently express their compassion or disgust with my hypothesis. Or not.

Either way - I get to vent - scream to the top of my lungs with fury or moan incoherently (then again may be not - Don't Drink and Blog) or chuckle or laugh out loud. And you, the reader, get to empathize, pity or generally feel superior to, maybe have a chuckle or two and possibly a different/similar point of view. You also get to exercise a part of your psyhe that finds the common good and flaws in us all.

I have blogged in other places, in my journey to now. I've found that the word 'social' doesn't have a common meaning and too much emphasis on the cover photo and too little on the words. I still believe the ultimate goal of writing (communicating) is to convey an idea so that it is understood in it's entirety by everyone who reads it.

That includes the tone and nuances. Hence - grammar is, most times - important. Punctuation is abundandly helpful to guide you through whatever your argument is. So you may have a compelling and engaging story of being done wrong while serving your country and being faithful while pining away for your true love - but I'll never know because my vision gets blurry searching for a period or a comma at least to let me know that you've come to the end of your thought. Phew - that was tough. Oh to be able to find someone to chat with (both 21st. and 20th. century meaning) who has a command of the english language, isn't a complete slave to his dick, employed with a profession firmly in hand and is hot to look at too!

So that's what I'll be doing here. Getting therapy, airing out my diry laundry, taking ownership for what is my personal responsibility, being vulnerable and human, being in touch with my meminine/masculine side, taking care of the hidden ghosts that haunt. All under the cloak of anonymity that the internet provides. Yes - I've found it! The holy grail of mental health care in America! The Internet. I just have to get through that whole - filter-through-the-stuff-that's-just-trash to the stuff-that's-gold and we've got a winner. And that just takes diligence and I've got that to spare.

So now - Rules.

1. Whatever your point of view - I need to understand it. Punctuation. Use it.

2. Despite the bravado displayed in this intro - I am but a delicate flower... until you F with my kids.

3. Send me your stories, your jokes, 'can't believe it' tales, opinions, advice, poetry, song lyrics and questions. I'll do my best to respond and thend send the ball off sailing on to others to think about and exercise those valuable synapses and other brain tissue, and we can converse/share the way that our ancestors once did only via optic fible cable and swift processors.

4. Be human with your venom and try not to slice too deeply. Im but a poor,middle class hopeful single mom trying to keep it together long enough to raise and present her kids onto an unsuspecting general public. Be kind.

Now I must be off to masturbate. Just kidding. Does sound like a good idea though. Been a while and I do have the time....hmmmm?

Yeah - like I'm gonna tell you !