I launched this blog three days ago and followed the wisdom of blogging experts—I decided to write about what I am an expert in– Well… I am an expert at making the same mistakes over and over again.
I hadn’t decided what my first post should be as there is an abundance of past madness to choose from. Apparently the heavens didn’t think this was good enough for you so they opened up and rained down fresh new shiz upon my life.
See, I changed my cell phone number today which means I sent the customary “save this number” text. In turn I received lots of replies from people I hadn’t talked to in a while and offers to rekindle friendships over booze. But then I got an “oh yeah btw” text from the attorney I hired last year while in the process of getting a restraining order against an ex who had a bit of a hard time getting over our breakup. Turns out I’m going to be subpoenaed for another hearing because he has hatched a genius plot to overturn the judges restraining order.
What does that mean, you ask? This means I am enjoying what my friends and I like to call “an cup of wine” known to the general public as “a bottle of wine.”
I’ve tried to stop making stupid decisions and move on with my life like a respectable adult woman. People always tell you not to dwell in the past, but what if the past keeps playing wack-a-mole with your present? What then?
I’ll tell you what then: Have an cup of wine and get ready to kick some arse.
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