What to Say

My blogging skills are getting bad. I am a bad blogger. I don't know what to talk about. No ex-husband bothering me, and Mr. U is a thing of the past (and I don't want to keep talking about the sadness I feel). I am moving forward. I am scared.

I could complain about work, but I don't even want to think about the evil place. I truly work with a bunch of psychos. They think I'm psycho, but they need a video recording of themselves. The one co-worker who said I was psycho a couple weeks ago did something crazy today. She sent a cart flying and while she shoved it she yelled, "The G**D**M thing is in my F*ing way!" And I'm psycho? Other people need to regulate themselves! Oh the Drama!