Holy shit. August was a blast, eh? I’m feeling terribly guilty about dumping all of my crap onto the unsuspecting internet creepers. I’d much rather be a purveyor of funnies than a crier of doom. The unfortunate reality is that life hits hard and I do my best to deal with it in the most positive way I’m capable of. Sometimes that means I have to punch out a plethora of expletive loaded vent sessions so my poor little noggin won’t pop.
I’m working on bashing my mental reset button so I can be the calm in the center of the storm. This starts by shoving a bunch of chocolate into my mouth, and then we’ll go from there.