Just The Two Of Us?

"Just the two of us, we can make it if we try..." If only Bill Withers was right. No matter how much you'd love for it to just be the two of you, there is always something coming in between. Examples including but not limited to; mother dearest, playa playas, and maybe even the occasional best friend interruptions. Nothing seems to be private anymore. I know, how contradictory for a blogger to be complaining about privacy. But maybe, just maybe that's what drove me to blog in the first place! You know what really bothers me, no not the invasion of privacy, but the judgement of it all. I like to really consider myself an open book. I have nothing to hide, until you make me feel like I should hide it. I'm sorry that for whatever reason you think you live in a perfect little magical fairy kingdom where roses falls out of your arse, but I smell those roses for what they are, and, I quote another wonderful song by the classic artists Outkast, "Roses really smell like poo-poo-oo". So take your snarky comments and shove them with your make-believe roses. I've finished my wine and am dropping the mic(bottle).