There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Tuesday, May 22

Tuesday Woe's

I talked to my good friend Wilene today. She is my rock. The one I turn to when I feel all wobbly inside. She reminded me that I have to end the drama I create in my life to move on. And we also had a long talk about money. We are both in the straights. But we also both see an end in sight. I hate money. Well, I hate that things are so expensive. I wish there was some kind of barter system still set up in this world Services for Services. It wouldn't work for everything, but I am sure that it would work in some areas.

Basically I hate money for all the greed it creates. And for the fact I can't travel to places I want to go. Or have people come and see me.

Dear Money:
I am extending an invitation to you to take residence in my apartment. Please bring a bunch of your relatives along. I promise not to take advantage of you too much.

woman in need of car repairs and sex

sheesh. I am SO sick of my whining. I could be so much worse off and have been in the past. Thanks again wilene for listening, and being my rock. Love my texas gals and miss their straight shooting conversations.


  1. Aww.. Good luck with the car and the other stuff.

    Hey.. Let me know if the letter to money works.. I'd like to write him a book..:lol:

  2. Well, i'm no good with cars either, but i can definitely help you out with that OTHER thing....