I am a woman on the edge. On the edge of what I haven’t figured out yet.
On the edge of insanity, maybe. On the edge of greatness, probably.
These days I have too much time on my hands. This leaves me a lot of time to
think. Sometimes I share my thoughts with my mom. She usually tells me to leave
her room. Now my dear friend Funky has given me a place to share my thoughts
with the whole universe. I never know what will inspire me. Something on TV
or the net. Something in my everyday life. But now you will be privy to my musings.
How should I describe myself so you’ll better understand the source of
these life observations? I am a yankee southerner. I was born in New York but
my family moved south durning my pre teen years. Hence I am socially confused.
A good breakfast to me is a bagel with cream cheese and lox and a big bowl of
buttered grits on the side. I am an artist by nature and training. I’ve
been writing poetry and short stories from a tender age. My love of design sprang
up at age 8. Eventually taking the long way around life I earned a degree in
Interior Design.
I am a hopeful romantic, still single at present. I choose to wait for Mr.
“IM Not Afraid of Commitment” to come along. But fear not, I‘m
not just letting life pass me by. I’ve had enough sexual escapades to
make Casanova’s jaw drop. I have voracious appetites for books (varying
subjects), food (there are some things I won’t put in my mouth), and travel
(been bouncing around 2 continents).
So now my life experiences and multitude of neuroses will come in handy. I
hope that at the end of long day when everything might have sucked, that after
reading my rant you might even find yourself laughing out loud.
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Rants of a Woman
on the Edge
