Ok- so I don't really aspire to be evil and that isn't the point to my new little place, but there are some things I feel I want to say that make me FEEL pretty rotten . When I have a "theology" question, it will more than likely end up here. When I have a rotten spell with the inlaws/ex-wife/step child, I'll talk about it while wearing my pretty green skin. When I just need to pitch a temper tantrum because my fries were cold or my glass went unfilled, I will just go to this, my "Fortress of Solitude" and whine until I get over it. I'm a p.k.- evil is my birthright.
I'm a step mother-evil is my destiny.
And in spite of all that, I think you may still find I am an agreeable person . . . would you like an apple, dearie? Perhaps a gumdrop from the windowsill...
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A FALTERING SORT OF LIFE