Just a quick line to say thank you for all your messages and offers of support.
Just because I wasn’t fit to receive them doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate them more than I can say.
Was on very shaky ground there for a day or two, but I managed to get to yoga last night and am tanked up to the eyeballs on Divine Miss S, so am working towards getting my baggy old butt out into the world if only to breathe freshly polluted London air instead of the aroma of drug sweat, tea breath and stale cat farts.
Also I have a big family event to attend next week, and aren’t as selfish (or cowardly as some people would claim) to ruin their big day by not attending or something far worse. That and the urge to punch the touché éclat off the boat race of a certain Shep Smith, who/whatever that is.
How fucking dare he? What is it with him, Hannity and all those other pompous, brainless right wing pricks being paid to mouth their ignorant, short sighted, stupid opinions for money? Who watches that shit anyway?
Unlike the song says, my problems haven’t gone, but I am done seeking gurus, spirit guides and signs from above to light my way. It’s down to me to put my big girl pants on, and get myself out of this shitfight.
Most of my friends have gone. They took themselves away, truth be told. Or did I drive them away? Right now I neither know nor care.
But it gladdens my heart to see you lot easing down the road, smiling and waving instead of hiding behind lampposts in the hope that I pretend I didn’t see you, and fuck off home. 😉
I’m also here if you need me, but i think you know that anyway.
Special thanks to CD, you little tinker. Stay in touch!
Big love xxxxxxxx