Fuck Seeing Your Councellor

I am going to make amends right here, right now. Welcome to the Unnamed Female Protagonist’s BHA (yes, the Broken-Hearted Anonymous). Spotted was E waving the white flag- not because she meant it, but because she’s too tired and has a hefty workload to tend to.

Here’s a question for you to mull over in your next Community of Inquiry: “Why is it that we want things to patch up so badly and pretend all the bullshit never happened? Why can’t we just cry and wallow and be petty and misunderstood and dramatic and over-reactive all at the same time?” Because life is too fucking short that’s why. Everyone screws up. Even you screw up. And you know what? Karma’s gonna getcha’. And no matter how often you flinch with jealousy as you watch me zoning in on your best friend, and no matter how many times you get to macking the hunnies in the most inappropriate of all places- Karma’s going to be there waiting to give us both a piece of his (I assume karma has a gender) mind.So for those of you out there who have been graced a second, third, or maybe forth chance to get your act together, I advise you take it. And for those of you who think you can get away with sneaking around undetected- “BEWARE OF THE DOG”.

So here we are on our moral high-ground. It is glorious up here, but it is lonely. As Dizzee Rascal advises, we might just “fix up, look sharp” and end up winning after all.

Just remember, we may forgive-but we never forget ;)