Judgment Free Zone

Everyone has the right to their personal sentiments. Believe me, I’m as opinionated as the next gal. I firmly believe that we are made up wholly of our thoughts, ideas, impressions, and beliefs. They make us who we are.

The People of Wal*Mart

Last night I needed something at Wal*Mart. Yes, I know it’s an evil conglomerate that destroys local economies and exploits the lower class. However, I needed a fan since my bedroom is only slightly cooler than boiling pitch and here in the boondocks there isn’t a surplus of retail options.

Back Up 3 Steps, Please

Personal space is a big deal to me. I’m not a touchy-feely kind of gal. Sure, human contact is a basic need we all share, but I’m neither prodigious nor public about it. It particularly freaks me out when a stranger takes the liberty of intentionally touching me in any way. (Accidental contact aside.)

By Any Other Name…

I’m flattered by all the charitable folks who sent me private e-mails after my last post, expressing the vehement opinion that I am indeed in fact a rose…  (For those who are just joining the party click >here< to see the original garden analogy discussion.)