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About This Author
I am a 40 year old married mother of two teenage boys. I live for writing, especially romance. Love the happily ever after scenerio. The best thing about writing for me is the ability to lose yourself in your work, and feel as if you've accomplished something great. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.
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Poisoned Purple Pen
 
She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.
My Dreams...
to write of romance and endless love
to love without boundaries
to learn from past mistakes
to laugh with all my heart
to be the woman I am meant to be
TODAY...
I will reach for the stars
Will not give up
Will give all that I have
Dare to dream the impossible dream
For anything in this life is possible
 <---I am blown away by this
November 9, 2016 at 4:40pm November 9, 2016 at 4:40pm
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I can take a lot of shit. I can swallow my pride. I can force myself to accept the outcome of the election, and pray that that pompous nut job actually helps this country instead of himself for a change. I do believe miracles can happen, though in this case I highly don't expect to see it.
What I have a massive problem with is people who think it's okay to preach their scripture on posts I make on mutual friends newsfeeds. I've gone out of my way to block them on wdc, and on Facebook, but it seems they enjoy following me around on Facebook to our mutual friends posts and commenting on every fucking post I make. Hey you stupid ass bitch, we are not friends. In fact I cannot stand you. I have gone out of my way to leave you the hell alone. Stop stalking me on Facebook and giving me your two cents. I don't give a shit about you. I don't take jibes at you. I expect the same common courtesy. So please, take your scripture and shove it as far up your ass as humanly possible and choke on it.
If I wanted your opinion I'd fucking ask for it. What does it take to make you leave me the hell alone I wonder. Apparently I need to close my Facebook account or never comment to my friends there that have friended you as well, because you have yet to leave me alone in six years. Well you fucking ignorant, holier than thou piece of trash I've had enough. The next comment you decide to post after mine will be met with so much venom I promise it will make your skin crawl. So take that in, let it give you enough common sense to leave me the fuck alone.
This is what fucked me off today. As if the day wasn't bad enough with all the Trump gloating I've had to endure at work. I'm not a sore loser, but I don't have to sit back and put up with the likes of those who clearly think it's perfectly fine to say and do whatever the hell they want at my expense, as if I don't fucking matter.
Guess what? I fucking matter, and if you push me you will learn the hard way. I AM WOMAN. HEAR ME ROAR!
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So sorry for your family's loss, T. I've been through that sadness with the loss of a couple expected grandchildren. It's a terrible loss. 
I'll just say you and I are on the same wave length!
