Who?

Who?

Bad Mummy: suddenly 30 with the soul of a 80-year old and the sense of humor of a 12-year old. Stumbling thru life with an unquiet mind and no sense of direction.

The Mook: my Libra drama-queen, established 2005. Piss and vinegar. A going concern. Mayhem and chaos with sticky kisses. She who keeps me going.

Critter: my transitional lover from back in the day (circa 2007) and best buddy. He drives me crazy, but is also there when I need him. Bonus:  he does dishes and brings me ice cream.

The Former Mister: Dumb-ass I was married to. The Mook’s dad. My co-parent. A shit load of other terms that I’m refraining from using because I’m trying to find some closure. (Hah! Closure!)

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When I’m not parenting solo, I’m either recovering or preparing to do it again.

I think too much.

I’m sarcastic and cynical in nature and nurture. I’m jaded and untrusting and at the end of the day I wonder what the fuck is wrong with humanity.