I’ve missed you guys.
I’ve been busy, but not too busy to blog.
It’s just that….
I get angry thinking about certain people reading my words. And I know that they’re there. IP addresses don’t lie.
The ones I’ve taken on vacations who smear my name. The ones I’ve loaned thousands of dollars to when they were at rock bottom who don’t think I deserve to be paid back. The former employees who stole from our restaurant. The ones who wish me ill will. The ones who giggle and fist pump when I sit down and write about how sad I am after a miscarriage or a friend dying.
It’s a small enough town that we’ll always have friends of friends of friends, and hearing about someone finding pleasure in my heartache makes me angry. I’ve had moments of The Hulk happen — don’t make me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.
And then I’ll have a sudden burst of Fug ’em and try to ignore the thought of these people reading my words.
So on that note, you know who you are. Go away.
And to my friends, I’m going to do my best to ignore the meanies and get back to my original self.