m o o d g a r d e n

Just your average 48 year old tattooed woman

Tomorrow is a special little day for me.  My own quiet, private, flamtastic day.  It is the day for celebrating my 48th summer on the planet.  I feel so much ‘meh’ about the whole damned thing.

The only thing I seem to want for my birthday is for everyone around me to leave me the hell alone and stop needing me so damn much for every little agonizing thing.  Yeah, go and try to get THAT written in frosting on a cake. (more…)

August has been the month of emotional trainwrecks, shifting suns, vegetarianism, organic frustration, and forgotten attic treasures. And on top of that, I am in dire need of a haircut and my camera has been quietly whimpering in its fluffy skullhead bag for me to take it out and let the sun shine on it. I could happily scratch an obscenity in the new paint of an Escalade, just so I won’t feel as though I am the only one having a bad month. (more…)