Space

 

Going through a bit of a rough time here on the left – a poorly-timed and Ambien-fueled Facebook post has my knickers all in a twist.

And I can’t – for the life of me – stabilize the emotional imbalance this has created.

On the plus side – the moment I dragged this picture out from the T&T’s ‘G-Spot’-ted past the earworm which provoked it’s creation started Ozzy just a-crooning in my head – so yes – silver lining and all that.  Hopefully, echoes of Black Sabbath’s ‘War Pigs’ are now cycling through your mind, too.

I like to share earworms

I recently had my astrological chart looked up.  Aparently, my logic and my emotional centers are directly opposite each other, one with the sun in residence, the other with the moon.  I guess this means I need to strike a delicate balance between logic and emotion.

and when that balance gets all teeter-totter-y?  It sucks.

I find myself wildly gyrating between ‘pay attention to it later’ and ‘I H.U.R.T.’ – which is, on top of the freaking situation that GOT me swinging – causing further bouncing between the two.

 

I need space.  I need a galaxy-worth of empty vacuum between me and the rest.  Now how to I tell him?

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