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Stormy with more to come....

This is how I am feeling today. Be careful. I'm in no mood for anyone stepping over the line. I'm really not. I think I need to vent a primal scream or something. I really do. It's been far too long.



I wanted to get on the road today and just keep on going. I bet I could make it to Romer's by tomorrow. Surely she'd put me in the mother's witness protection program in her apartment and hide me for the next month. Or perhaps I could make it to Carmy's, and since she's a despotic ruler now, she could find some dungeon for me to cower in. Or First Nations could let me sleep in her house by her yummy biker and she could feed me gravy. WW surely has some room for me when his son is not there. I promise to keep things clean. I'm not sure I could make it to Tommy's or to dear vicus or even to ziggi's place as they all live over across the pond. Perhaps Fronty would take me in.

Just until the storm clouds pass. I need a break. Just until the storm passes.

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  1. Sure, Pammy, I've got room. I suppose you'll want me to sleep on the couch.

    Can you survive on beans and Kraft Dinner?

    What's with all the dark clouds? I'll have to read back a ways to check it out, have only seen snippets of discontent...

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  2. You sound really done in. May I suggest a bath, candles, some wine, and soft music?

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  3. Got a cot in my office - there's computers, a water cooler and a stock of canned chili and corned beef has here too

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  4. WW, I love beans and I may forgo the Kraft dinners. If I'm a houseguest, I can surely cook for you. I love to cook.

    Stace,you're a doll. I really should have just packed it in and taken a long hot bath. It's been far too long.

    FE, cots are fine. As long as there is some quiet there. I could use some quiet.

    I'm ok, really I am. I think I'd just reached a breaking point earlier today.

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  5. Yes! Come on over, the swim will cool you down and don't forget to bring me my kitten - I can't cook though, but hey we can eat out!
    What time shall I expect you?

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  6. Ha! I can see the headlines now. "Deranged woman attempts to swim to freedom with kitten in her teeth"

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  7. my darling, if you are looking for a restful nights sleep then the LAST place you want to be is anywhere near the yummy Biker. Unless you like having gibberish conversations at 2:30 am, or waking up to him going through the dresser drawers looking for his welbgerflebrat muswhichle. yeah.
    it WOULD take your mind off things, though. at least give you a different target....

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  8. Ziggi - perhaps I've spent too much time in Fitzroy, but to me the mention of cooking right after the kitten reference was just disturbing!!!

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