So, here I am yelling at the Emmy's. What has happened to me?
The single life has happened to me. Ya know I was with my husband for 23 years. People tell me. You have a problem with commitment. How does a person married 23 years have a problem with commitment. Doesn't make sense.
I have been told I need to find someone and settle down. What the hell?! REALLY?! Just settle down with someone. Doesn't matter who. Man, woman doesn't matter.
That doesn't make sense. Yes, I am broke. Yes, the rent is too damn high here. Yes. I go out and party. I never leave with anyone other then the people go there with. Yah, I make out with people. Its fun. Yes, I encourage bad behavior. But, I have been married...join with me. 23 years! I have a right to be wild. I have a right to misbehave. I have been relatively well behaved for 23 years. Never once cheated.
So Buzz off. I will find someone when the time comes. Right now. I am finding the new me. I like the new me. I'm fucking sexy, I'm confident. Twenty four year olds say so. Even with a missing front tooth. Men find me sexy. After last Sunday. Apparently, I drive women nuts. Who Knew. Well, I knew.
So! Let me have my fun. I'll be back to being relatively well behaved soon. Maybe.
