My Blog I mean...not that there was really anything wrong in the first place but, as you can see I've got the picture that we settled on up and I've widened my paragraph space so I don't feel so much like I'm reading a column.

I dislike reading columns...it irritates my eyes.

Or maybe I'm just picky but that is me.

Again I'm digressing, I'm getting to the point where I am becoming more depressed, it happens about once a month...(you do the math) so I've been expecting it. I feel like I want to weep, and if you knew me you would be shocked at this point. It's not even just crying, I want to weep. I picture myself in a mid-1800's hoop skirt with flowers in my hair and it's falling about my face in cascades of curls, with my arms crossed on a stonebench, my forehead resting on them as I weep 'gracefully'. Tiny sobs that make my "abundant" chest heave and leave tear trails across my cheeks. I also picture a tall dark and handsome man coming my way with a gorgeous horse and asking "What's wrong Milady?" to which of course I reply by wiping my tears away, standing up and brushing off my skirt before looking him directly in the eye and saying. "If t'was any of your business sir, which I'm sure it's not, I'd have to tell you 'nothing' For t'was in fact nothing at all that made me cry,"

Now if that isn't the most pathetically female, and mind boggling thing to say, I clearly don't know what is...except for...

"Can I have your crop kind sir?"

;)
EroticFae

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