RAW

At my age I can’t afford to be subtle. This is it, raw, me, unedited, no supervision. C’est la vie.

This is not my first time at the rodeo, this is not even the first time that I’ve been thrown by that damn bull. It is, however the first time that I’ve felt completely hopeless. I have no desire to get back up on that bull. In fact, I would much rather walk away entirely if not just stand there and let the stupid thing run me down.  

I can pretend no more. I hate my job. The only good that has come from this is that I now have something in my life that  bothers me more that my issues with food and age.

Yeehaw! Lucky me.