As I type this, I do not have a title in mind. And I have accidentally inhaled some Formula 409. I am still at work, finishing up a massive organization of my desk. I only have a vague idea of what I want to say in this posting.
I could do it like a man - simple, black and white, one line...actually I think I will.
I am tired of feeling guilt about every damn thing in my life. So I will take a friend's advice and instead of feeling guilt all the damn time about EVERY LITTLE THING - including feeling guilty - I will tell myself that I will just do better.
That's it. No need to psycho-analyze every little thought, action, mistake, unsaid sentence...I'll just do better. Because I am a soldier, bitches! Young (ish), female, single, living in NYC, trying to get a nut to move my butt, getting through the everyday, dealing with work drama and personal drama, all the while struggling for some way to break the mold...I'm a fucking soldier.
*I should run end credits on this post, but if any of this sounds familiar to you, and it will to quite a few people for such a short post, you know who you are and I want to say thanks.
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I've got soul and I am a soldier! I'm also a squirrel just trying to get a nut - as long as it doesn't get in my ear or eye - I am fine. May I please say this: Single ladies of New York, get your arse to the gym...The menses is in full effect sistahs
Private Wright, the Admiral orders you to feel good about yourself and remember that we all think you're SWELL. Now, let's go for a cheesesteak.
mfdc
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