this is where i say fuck it.
at some point you just have to throw caution to the wind and go with yer gut...yah?
many people read this journal....friends, family alike. for many years i've guarded my words and kept it clean...uhhhhh....well, for the most part.
but, no more.
i won't have a 'friends only' journal.
that's a pussy foot approach.....and i'm too fucking old for that. i figure i'll say what i'm gonna say, no matter who reads it. if i burn in hell....weeeeeeell, i must like it hot.
my step mom said a few weeks ago that none of us kids (meaning those who weren't bor-ned to her) had ZEEEERO sense of humor. i couldn't help but think of the summer of 1987, when i lived with my sister pam and i called up 'depends' and ordered a complimentary pack of undergarments to be sent to none other than me: a.k.a. my step mom: beverly persons.
my mom'll be telling all her buddies at her weekly get together, which is payment enough.
yes indeedy. life is truly good....