Tattletale Tuesday

The other day I tweeted “I wear my heart on my sleeve, even when I don a tank top.”  It wasn’t really a joke.  You can read everything in my face. But I believe it’s why I’m basically wrinkle-free at 43. I don’t choke down what I feel.  I save that for chocolate. 

You know how they say “You can’t unsay a cruel word.”  It’s especially true with me. Oh, I won’t hold a grudge. I’ll forgive and move on. But those words will echo in my head whenever I think of you.  Maybe that’s not exactly moving on.  What echoes currently?  Things like false, empty, scary, crazy.

Right now, besides tumblring, I am coloring. 30 tigers to be exact. And yes, it is considered “working.”  I win.

I dreamt of an old boyfriend last night. It was like Mad Max with sex. Post-Apocalyptic Porn, as it were.  Oooo…I may have stumbled onto to something here.

  1. iamjustcara said: you win. and you’re not any of those words.
  2. thathippiechic said: I want to colour!
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