Shake My Booties

crying. With a passion. Tonight, for some unknown reason to me, I fell into a funk. And when I say funk, I mean more of a drop-kick down a flight of stairs into a deep dark hole of despair. All of a sudden I was moody, and really homesick, and I didn’t want to talk to anyone,  I just wanted someone to hold me. So after getting a beautiful email from Kai, telling me how much he loves me and misses me, I broke down. I think I knew this was coming to some extent but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. I hate crying soo much, with the tears and runny, red nose (which then becomes a plugged nose that I can’t breathe out of for the next 4 hours) and blotchy skin… I hate it. I have never been a crier, ok I lied… maybe when I was younger I might have cried once or twice to get my way, but I have never really been an emotional crier. I would rather stomp around and slam things, or go for a nice long walk, or write for hours on end, than cry.

Have I mentioned I hate it?

*sigh* … I think the worst is over now. I am so happy that I found writing all those years ago, that I found it helped soothe my soul and took my frustrations away. I am always happy after I have written something, even if it’s something small. Writing is basically therapy for me. I love it.

Crap. Did I forget to mention that after a crying binge I get a monster sob-headache? No? Well it’s now pounding on the door in my head asking for an invite in, I will try and let Mr. Tylenol say no and hope Mr. Sob-Headache goes away… I doubt he will. I’m betting he beats down the door and starts hammering away for the next few hours. *peaceful sigh* Mr. Sleep, it seems, has decided to join the party and now I feel like I’m about to pass out. Good. 

Perfect… Sleep tight all! Don’t let the bed bugs bite!

Later days!

P.S. I love Kai with all my heart… baby you mean the world to me! Thanks for cheering me up. See ya on Saturday!