SCREAMING – STARK RAVING MAD LUNATIC ON THE LOOSE
My insides are screaming as if I drank a pot of coffee or snorted a thousand lines of cocaine and why you ask do I even have time to be pensive about this shit when I’m smack in the middle of the busiest time of the year? Because my head is going to explode – that’s why. And because my therapist graduated me off of her couch and so I’m stuck with this blog – my only outlet – besides Vicodin or alcohol or some other substances that I might be able to abuse to get rid of this feeling like I am crawling out of my skin.
Do normal people get like this? Am I a nutball? Maybe I should change my hair color – maybe it’s the damn red hair that is attracting all this drama in my life. I bought a platinum blonde wig the other day at FiFi Mahoney – it’s called Sophia – that is what I wanted to name my baby – the one I didn’t have – I think that is what I need to do is wear that wig – Vidal Sasson said women get bored and like to change their hair color – la di fucking da! Simple solutions for simple minds.