it's been a bloody depressing week for me and all related to another year going by and feeling like a major fuck up. I never feel this way at new years only at my birthday. for some reason it makes me take inventory of all the things in my life that never turned out the way I wanted. which is bad because if I don't get it together I am going to be off on Maslows hierarchy of needs.
I'm writing this on the 16th after finishing my last bottle of Two Paddock Picnic Pinot from mad sexy Sam's vineyard and hopefully tomorrow after a day at my thankless job I will be okay for another year. maybe when I wake up I will be in L'occitane with limitless spending privileges. or tiffany & co.
anyway happy birthday to the members of the 7/17 club. you other three how I know share my b-day rock!
How very sad. You only have one life, why waste it? Kick over the traces in the coming year and change things! Good luck, Carole.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful woman, like fine wine, only improve with age.
ReplyDeleteLong story how I found your blog. But, I had to leave a comment even though you're feeling melancholy today. See, the thing is--I'm an unpublished writer and a Labor & Delivery nurse, too. Weird, right? I know.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, consider yourself officially stalked here and on Twitter.
- Liz