Honestly.
I just reread my last post. Good grief.
It was definitely past my bedtime, if I didn't edit myself for character flaws!
I guess that's just part of telling the truth.
I certainly come across as a bit of a brat. Only calling people and having sex if it's fun for me!
I'm not always like that. Some of my close friends would even tell me that I sometimes give too much of myself....even at the cost of my own sanity. I am a bit of a sponge at times. I soak up other people's shit. Not very pleasant for me.
Hmmm, am I sounding like a brat again?
I told my mother a month ago that I was going to write a self-help book, aimed at women aged 30 to 50 (?) called "Don't Be Such a Brat: realising just how good you've got it".
Perhaps I shall "downsize" my book plans into the next couple of blog entries...
Should be interesting, and a bit eye-opening. Scary....I'll be tarred and feathered by all the feminists, no doubt. Not to mention by quite a few of my stay-at-home mom friends....
Ah well, for some: the cost of beauty...for me: the price for truth.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
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