This is a collection of my musings. I meant for it to be a records of my personal developments, in the life of a 30 something woman.
The thoughts expressed are frequently immature, narcissistic, and insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Hey, what else could you expect from someone who is 38 going on 18?
Peace, love, and have fun grokking. And oh, don't have an aneurysm over anything you've read. It's excruciatingly painful, and simply not worth it. You may writhe in agony when reading my poetry, however. I was told it's a few shade shy of those written by the Vogon's. ~_^