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, October 30


I have awakened to the fact that I am not taking care of myself very well... I am heading into a new territory and looking to do some hormone therapy.

You know the nice thing about me? I am a hugely sexual person. I always have been, so menopause  hasn't slowed me down much. I say that like I have a lot of sex... sigh. Sadly I don't get any, but the desire and longing are huge in me. I can't sleep with just anyone, its far between lovers for me. I think thats some kind of "aristocratic code" I have going on in me, I have very particular reproduction pheromone attractions. If a man is stupid, I turn off, in all ways.

Ok back to hormone therapy. I have to get off the bitchy witch broomstick. I used to be this fun loving happy go lucky party all night lady with a never ending smile. She is still there inside, but she has been a bit tortured by the male gender and the lack of hormones.

Stress isn't helping me either. So, AGAIN i apologize to those that have been splattered with my particular hell... I am trying to get back on the path and retributions will be made. Thank you for your patience. I don't understand this thing either, but its got to change.

Hello Wiley protocol!!!!

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