It’s been a while since I paid a visit to this crusty old blog. I think it’s been since my life got flipped-turned upside down.

Yes folks, I have trouble in my neighborhood. If only I was the Fresh Prince and had an uncle in Bel-Air to escape to when things turn sour. Uncle (any one of you), if you are reading this, get on it!

I’m not getting into it here. My debacle of 2011 has leached enough time and energy from me. Besides, drama is bullshit. And I think you have to treat it like an angry dog….no poking it with a stick. Avoid eye contact and get as far from it as possible as quickly as possible. But don’t run or it will chase you.

This is me, backing away slowly.

In my head that analogy made perfect sense…

Anyway.

My summer got a bit sidetracked and I’m still kinda sorting through the detritus.  Slowly but surely I think I’m turning the corner on the angry dog. Until then I’m distracting myself with shit-lit (chic-lit is just insulting) and junk food.

2011: the summer of  cream cheese and pain killers