An Open Letter To My Parents. Past. Present.

I don’t write things here to hurt you.
I don’t write things here for you at all.
I don’t write things here to subtly try to tell you how I feel.

If you are one of the four blessed humans that have been given the role of a parent in my life then you know I don’t have a lot of patience in censors. or in patience.

this is a place for me.
I welcome your visiting the circus.
I love that you read my words and my thoughts and my heart.
It gives us a chance to know.

The previous post, and each and every post up until now and every post in the future is mine. It is not censored. It isn’t anything but me. I don’t put things here to harm or to hurt or to poke. I put the words here to heal. Me. Me. Me. ME. MINE.

My circus of crazy. My circus of nuckin futs. My circus of FAMILY.

So. Please. read. laugh. comment. enjoy.
and with all of that know and damnit I mean KNOW that nothing here is poking or jabbing or nanny nanny boo booo ing. I’m not trying to tell you something between the lines. I don’t do lines. I am a right brained Scorpio who happens to be a blonde educated hair stylist. I don’t do lines.

What I want to convey, most succinctly is this. I don’t do anything here to hurt you. . . but times…and there are times…I am hurt. I AM HURT. Me me me me. Myspace. Myface. myblog.

read at your own risk. because…

that
is
how
i
write.

with love.