Generally, this isn't my thing. You know what I mean. This isn't what I do – this journal business. I write books. Practically memoirs, simply under the guise of fiction. If any author tells you they aren't either A) their main character, or B) an amalgamation of every single character in their universe; that fucker is a straight up-liar.

So am I, by that logic. 'Cause this isn't my thing, but here I am just the same. You can teach an old bitch new tricks. She just might whine about it and take a piss on the rug. But I don't piss on much any more, being that I am no longer an alcoholic. Hold your applause, please. No awards for sitting here with my hands wedged firmly under my ass for doing nothing, but I'm impressed. Perhaps surprised at my own fortitude. When I make my mind up, I can actually accomplish anything. Issue being, occasionally my mind makes up it's own and I'm simply a passenger along for that ramshackle ride.

But not today, bitch. Not today.

Love Always Haley 10:16 AM, March 20th, 2021