My son says people read blogs even when they don't comment. I now tell him "liar, liar, pants on fire." I have opened my heart again and again for months now. My darling Sister-in-law Jen comments when she has time. That's it. Nobody knows I'm alive, in the Cyber world.
But you know what? I won't quit because I'm shouting to the universe and the internet never dies. Who knows? Someday, someone may find these postings and just one missive might make a difference. In the meantime, I get to write and rant and tell the universe my version of the truth.
So, perhaps Jimmy is not a liar. It's just that the people who might read my blog will be doing so when my ashes are in the Mississippi River off the coast of Lacrosse. But if that happens, greetings. I wasn't wrong, huh? Good luck to you all. What a world these nutbags handed you. I tried. I really tried. Move to Canada.
A myriad of rambling thoughts and ideas from an old broad who has been there, done that, bought the T-shirt and threw it away a long time ago. However, this old broad still has a lot to say. Here we go...
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