I WONDER...

You know when you pull up to a stop sign and you and the car across from you both go, then stop, then go again because neither of you know who has the right of way…

I wonder if that’s ever happened at a glory hole.

Posted by getoffendedBone

English Motherfucker, Y U No Speak It?

A friend of mine called me this afternoon and asked if I'd like to come get a pedicure with her on her dime. Being the awesome friend that I am I told her I would love to get a pedicure with her. Being from a small town there are 3 places nearby to get your nails done. One being ran by Americans that costs a small fortune, one that you have to make an appointment a least a week in advance and the one we chose to go to. The service there isn't bad and I've been going there for years so they all know me by name. They all have their English names, Lisa, Tammy, and Dan. It's so cute to see them embrace American names so we don't have to learn to pronounce names like Pho-Shong and Tan-Mai-Ling.

I'm going to be honest, it's been a long time since anyone but me gave me a pedicure and by the look on Tammy's face when she saw my feet she thougt the same thing. She immediately began talking in Vietnamese and giggling to Lisa, which by my point of view meant that she was talking shit about me. Now Tammy can't speak any English or so they say but I know she speaks enough English to understand what I said to her next. I leaned in close to Tammy and I said "Listen honey, if you want make fun of people in Vietnamese you should do it on your own fucking time because at this very moment you're on my friend's. She's paying you to do this and I expect to give us respect while you're doing it. OK, doll?' I watched the disgust slowly spread across her face and as she went to say something in her native tongue I placed my index finger over my lips and quietly shushed her.

Tammy didn't say another word to me the entire time which was totally okay because I can never understand anything she says, mostly because it's never directed at me and it's always in Vietnamese. I know I'm not the only woman who has ever experienced this but I'm one of the few who will stand up and politely ask them to shut the fuck up. It's disrespectful and even if she weren't talking about (which obviously she was or I would've been kicked out for being a complete cunt) she have to common decency to speak English in front of her customers.

I'm just saying.
It's fucking rude.

V-Rex

The Greatest Ringtone EVER

This was originally posted at Travis's blog, ApocalypseComing.com

GREATEST RINGTONE EVER

The other night, the topic of the greatest ringtones of all time came up. I have it. I have stories because of it.

A little background, I have an unhealthy obsession with people getting sick. Nothing sexual about it so don’t even go there. For me, the sound of someone wretching or gagging is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. Even if it’s me doing it. FYI, if you’re hanging your head over a toilet yakking up a bottle of wine or a six pack of PBR, I may help keep your hair out of the toilet, but I’ll likely be dying on the inside or, if shared the consumption, uncontrollably guffawing over your shoulder.

In 1999, Bloodhound Gang released Hooray for Boobies. On this disc was a song titled “Yummy Down on This” which included a 20 second clip of a mythical deep throated blowjob complete with gagging, wretching and chokes. For about a year, this was my ringtone. I am that fucking awesome.

Best story that goes with this occurred standing in line at the bank. I was busy explaining to the teller the requested denomination for my withdrawal when my phone started ringing. At this time, I was completely desensitized to the ring and just let it go. The middle aged woman in line behind me was not.

“Sir. Sir. Sir… can you please get your phone? Sir… sir.. gugh.. sir.. gggaghgh… sir.. could you.. ughgh… please get… rroorrrk.. phone?”

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my ringtone actually made her gag to the point where she got pissed and left the line because I was too busy laughing my ass off to answer the damn phone before it went to voicemail. I am that fucking awesome.

Enjoy.

Peaches & Screams

After a 15 hour car ride with a fussy toddler I finally made it back to Georgia last night. I have a long list of things to get done and I started earcly this morning. Mostly because my son was up at the crack of dawn and the idea of watching "Fresh Beat Band" didn't enetertain me much. I'm staying with my parents for the time being which is a good thing and a bad thing. My step-father and I have never really gotten along and he makes it hard on me by reminding me that I'm a failure. Every single day. The tension is so thick this morning you'd need a fat man in a bikini with a jackhammer to cut through it. I've added the bikini for dramatic effects during the slow motion scene. I love Houston and eventually when I'm ready I'll make my way back. For now, I'm happy that the water here doesn't taste like ass, I get to finish school, go to the lake and get drunk with rednecks. It doesn't sound fun but most rednecks are harmless unless you touch their wives, their beer or their dog without permission. I'm glad to look out my window and see the mountains once again because I was getting tired of watching that fat Mexican chick attempt to do the P90x workout. Although it did make for some hilarious entertainment when I was drunk. There is a lesson to be learned from all of this, if you're not ready to do something wait until you are. If you don't you might end up in a bad situation like tied to a pole with ice cream on your gentials being licked cleaned by a donkey named Thunder. God, I miss that donkey.

Seriously, when it comes to you and what's best for your life don't let anyone else make your decisions. You decide your life.

I haven't told a story in a while...

Not necessarily a good story, but it’s a story…

I went to the University of Cincinnati and lived with one of my closest friends from High School. When they pick your dorm assignments for Freshman year, you are put into a lottery. By some stroke of luck we were chosen to live in one of the sophomore dorms. Then, because I must have done something right over the years, we were drawn to live in a converted lounge for 3 people. THEN, because in a previous life I must have taken a bullet for a pregnant nun or something, we were given the opportunity to buy out the 3rd roommate. Since I went to UC on scholarships, I was able to do so out of pocket. This meant that we had a huge, carpeted, air conditioned, end of the hallway room all to ourselves.

The way our dorm was setup, each floor was shaped like a large + with four suites, one in each of the hallways. Each suite contained 4 rooms of 3-4 people each and a lounge. The suites were co-ed, but each room bedroom in the suite had a locking door. We lived in the lounge. There were 16 of us total in our suite and we became a little family. I still talk to about half of those people on a yearly basis at least.

Since we lived in the lounge room, our room was sort of the hang out mecca. Also, since I have insomnia and never slept, our door stayed open. It was sort of the community room. The 16 of us would end up crashing wherever within our suite. Often there were 1 or 2 people passed out on my floor or in my bed. Like I said, one big happy family.

This was 1994. Back in 1994, you couldn’t buy laser pointers. A laser was only available on high powered military rifles and in the movies. Except we had one. It was about 18” x 4” x 6” and had a huge power adapter that plugged into the wall. It would start up and hum like the Hedron Collider. It was “borrowed” from our high school science lab… uh hum…. “borrowed”.

Across the campus was an all girl’s dorm. Believe it or not, they NEVER closed their curtains. Never.

We had a laser pointer. They had open windows. Let the games begin.

A high powered laser can shine about 1/2 a mile before degradation begins… imagine a room full of girls trying to figure out what the fuck that red dot is on the wall that keeps running from them. Like kittens. I have never laughed so hard… until.

Until we discovered the joy of chasing pizza delivery guys across the parking lot. Yes, back then, if you saw a red dot on your chest, you assumed you were about to be assassinated. I’m surprised we never gave anyone a heart attack.

One night, at about 10:00, we decided to play “Chase the Pizza guy”. However, we decided to play “Chase the Drug Dealer”. This did not go over well. At first two of the entourage dove to the ground, yelling “Sniper!” and “Five-Oh! Five-Oh!”… but the third… apparently the brains of the bunch… looked up at our window… and drew a pistol.

I think the only thing we all said was “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” as we shut the window, put away the laser and ran to the room next door to see where they were going.

In the front door they came.

We were on the 4th floor which was actually the 5th floor because dorms are stupid. They had counted windows and knew exactly where to find us. We figured we’d just shut the door and go to a different room to watch the show. About 10 minutes later, three of the scariest dudes I’ve ever seen come stalking down the hallway, banging on our door.

“Open up mother fucker! You gonna shoot me mother fucker?” They didn’t sound like they got the joke.

After this went on for a while and they started in with the “We just gonna wait out here until you mother fuckers come out!” we decided it was time to get them to leave. A friend walked out and told them we left a long time ago. That they needed to leave before the Resident Advisor called campus security on them. They sat down in the hallway. “Nah, we’ll wait!”

My roommate and I came up with a plan.

I walked out and asked what room they were looking for, they told me the end room on the fifth floor.

I showed them their mistake, this was the FOURTH floor. They needed to go up one more floor. As soon as they left, we called the front desk and told them that 3 guys were on our floor waving a gun around. We called from the hall phone, then hung up. About 10 minutes later, campus security was there.

This is where the story goes bad. As the three guys are getting put into a campus security vehicle, we decided to hang out the window and get them with the laser again. In hindsight it wasn’t the smartest idea. Funny? yes. Smart? no.

Did you know that in 1994, using a high powered laser in a malicious manner was considered a misdemeanor? Me neither.

It's True What They Say

Everything really is bigger in Texas. Except, that mostly pertains to our egos as opposed to anything else. This is my second time leaving the state that I grew up in and to be honest I'm a little sad about it. Nevertheless, I got to spend times with some of my closest friends as well as make a few new ones. So this is for @msbettyblack, @Mac_Encheeze, @TonyMaintaina, and @Lotocoti. It was awesome to meet you guys and become such really good friends my life is going to be seriously boring with out you assholes. I'll be back as soon as possible.

For everyone who helped me out yesterday, a HUGE thank you goes out to each and every one of you. We'll be leaving late tonight and as long as I'm not driving, I'll be tweeting. I'll also post pictures and videos so that you guys can see our progress. Again, for most of you to be complete strangers to me, I feel lucky to know you all.

Wish me luck.

V-Rex

A Confession...

I have a confession to make. Everything I’ve said, tweeted & posted has been leading up to this single blog entry. One of you is going to read this and it will redefine everything you thought you knew about me, about yourself. If you’re not the person this post is intended for, you can either stop now or read on and enjoy the show.

The rest of this confession can be found here... http://getoffendedbone.tumblr.com

Seize the Jello

I had a great time Jello Wrestling last night. Yes that's right, I am a pro jello wrestler, for reals. It all started when the Seattle burlesque troupe that I ran sound for decided that they were going on a hiatus. Gregory Baxely is the manager of the The Urban Bombshells and with those ladies taking a break from the stage he contacted me with a new idea.

When he asked if I would want to be in a jello wrestling show I had one answer for him. Fuck YES! As a child if you gave me a million dollars the first thing that I would have done is fill a swimming pool full of jello just because I thought it would be the coolest thing to swim in. This was on my fuckin' bucket list, how could I say no?

That is how it all began. We have come a long way from our first show over a year ago. We didn't even use and padding under the pool. I was so bruised from that first match, but I was in love with Lady Jello.

There is many perks to jello wrestling but the one that stands out the most would have to be the naked ladies and getting to wrestle them. I have met so many lovely ladies and taken their clothes off in that kiddie pool I have lost count. It is a beautiful thing. I love it.

Last night was our tenth show and the last one in The JewelBox Theater. We are trying to grow and spread the fun out to a larger crowd. The owners suggested that we move on to one of their larger venues. So instead of the little crowd of 80 people, we'll be performing for a group two to three times that size. This excites me.

Out of our ten shows I have been in 8 of them. I have taken home zero championships. It's funny to me because no one has wrestled as much as I have. I have made it to the final round quite a few times, but still I have no title. Winners are decided by audience applause. My best friend in and out of the pool is Lady Sample and she has won it three times. However last night was my victory and I beat her in our first match. I made it to the final round after tossing Alaura Bee around, it was so hot we went twice over the normal time.

The next contender was the stunning Domino. She is a tall glass of water that you could drink in all day. She was a first timer too. Virgins are my favorite. The whole audience was chanting her name her name after the 6 girl tag team match. She had to go on to the final round. That is what a fuckin' hot ass trouper this girl was. During our match she had taken all of my clothes off, except of course my GetOffeneded.com panties! I would much rather see a virgin jello wrestler win the title over me. It means she has to come back and we'll get to do it again. Not sure when our next date will be, but until then I have a lot to look forward to.

I would like to thank everyone who came and cheered on theses lovely ladies and I also want to say sorry to the guy who bet ten bucks on me. Then a super big huge jello-y hug to Travis for providing my GetOfeneded.com wardrobe that I wore for most of the show. Nothing inspires self confidence like wearin' I Taste Good across your chest.

Another thank you is in order as well for letting me share here. You lost one girl, who will be missed, but gained three. I think you came out ahead.

Little Fat Lies

If that guy walked around a gym in Beverly Hills with a piece of cake, I guarantee he'd come away a man. There's too much pressure placed on people nowadays to look perfect. So much so, that people are going to ridiculous lengths just to be beautiful. No one looks inside anymore, it's all aesthetics. To be honest, I'm not a skinny woman and I'm very happy with who I am. Besides, I get to eat cake which is (let's be honest) so fucking delicious. If people were less concerned with how skinny they are or how pretty they are, life would be less stressful. I'm not superficial and the neatest thing in this world are the connections I've made with the people in my life. So, get over yourselves. You don't have to be perfect, be yourself.

Also, eat some fucking cake. Enjoy life. That's what it's for.

My Zombie Wedding Cake

I'm not engaged nor am I dating anyone but I have every detail of my zombie themed wedding planned in my head. I found this cake while I was looking for zombie pictures to download and it's the closest thing to the cake I've been picturing in my head. I fell in love with it. Most people, and by people I mean women, think I'm odd for wanting to have a zombie themed wedding. Nuts to them because during the Zombpocalypse while they're crying and screaming, I'll be blowin' heads off with a Desert Eagle .50 and deciding which prissy ass chick I want to eat for dinner. So don't judge my choice of wedding theme, just start running.

A Conversation Overheard Between My Sons...

Logan (5 yo): “Knock, Knock.”

Andrew (10 yo): “Hi Logan.”
Logan: “You’re supposed to say, ‘who’s there’.”
Andrew: “I don’t need to. I had a peephole put in.”
Logan: “…….”
Andrew: “I can see you through the peephole. No need to ask who’s there.”
Logan: “When did you put that peephole in?”
Andrew: “When you started telling Knock, Knock jokes.”
Logan: “Knock, Knock.”
Andrew: “Ok, who’s there?”
Logan: “You’re stupid.”

Originally posted at http://www.getoffendedbone.tumblr.com

Taking Over

As Ang goes on her journey, I suppose I'm sort of taking over the GetOffended blog. Not only is this a huge honor but it's just one more outlet for my comedy, sarcasm and cunty ways. I haven't quite figured out how I'm going to use this blog but I'm certain it'll be used for comedy purposes only. I have a personal blog you guys can continue reading so don't fret, I'll still be posting there as well. I wanted to say thank you to Bone for letting me write for this blog, it means a lot to me. Ok, enough of this sappy shit. It's grossing me out.

Say hello to Colleen...

I just wanted to take a minute and welcome Colleen to my account. After more than 200 submissions for my account from twitter and tumblr, I made the final decision to hand my account over to @artismyporn tonight at midnight.

Colleen is a tremendously funny lady with a sense of humor that I personally have admired since I first started on twitter. I think she'll do my account proud and I'm certain that you'll all fall madly and deeply in love with her.

I want to take a minute to give a big thank you to @getoffendedBone. When I told him I was leaving, I first wanted him to just tweet tit and vag jokes from my account. With 5,000 followers, I figured he could use it to his advantage. He refused. Then I asked him to just shut his account down and move to mine and tweet his own stuff there. With 5,000 followers, why let it go to waste. He refused. I didn't want to just twittercide... Travis refused to take over my account... we came up with a plan.

I think that plan was successful today. We (I say "we" loosely as Travis pulled the "it's all your decision" card and made me do this on my own) are handing my account over to someone I feel will do it justice and hopefully get a lot of joy out of it in return.

Take note people, when someone leaves twitter, they don't all just vanish for no reason or go down in a hate fueled rage of "fuck you and fuck you too and you're shits not funny". I'm going out with a smile, a wave and a kiss goodbye. I love you all and thank you for the laughs, the joy, the fun and the friendships.

A few thank you's before I go:
@getoffendedBone @_Vaginasaurus @Love_Gunn @pixiebelz @snowness @2ndcitysaint @ronniewk @im_tricia @theblessmess @PortlandiaGirl @idstandonthat @lastpodstanding @EasilyTempted @badadvicenurse @thethryll @poppa_steve @thebestmonkey @funsizdprincess @tamytoo2 @islander_DI @slashleen @angrylittlebee @freckless @ trialfemme @travelmonkey @redwithevny @eviloi @slyoung5 @dietredbull @ragekat @BohoPoetGirl @PlatinumShower @Cherhole @shariv67 @goldengateblond @littleharmonica @momfia @sugartits84 @billmc7 @mrfornicator @molly_kats @vagstar @UNTRESSOR @StellaRtwot @schwat @HairyJew4Life @rodney_at_large @cfishing @outofgrips @hannahantics @dumbnotdeaf @relocatable @happyhourjack @yolanda5angels @llvvzz @hoochified @filthyrichmond @tweetlebee @kervinf @wittyclitty @redicupidity @tylr1717 @Coy0teUgly @heyitslori @therealladyluck @ticking_tocking @pyrbliss @beingtheo @CroweJam @HaHaWhitePPL @lunchyprices @dannydogmouth @PaulyPeligroso @crocpunch @Paxochka @DrTwittenheimer @shelbyfero

Who wants my account?

After talking to @getoffendedBone yesterday, we decided that the coolest thing we could do is give my account away to someone who could use the account and it's 5,000+ followers to bring more smiles and laughs and help them get their voice heard. I want to pay this forward.

Here's what we're thinking. We'd like someone willing to move their account to this one, keep the laughs going and enjoy the opportunity to make people smile. The only thing we ask is the person who takes it over, from time to time, gives credit to GetOffended.com for the account as well as leaves GetOffended.com in the bio. You'd need to leave the account named "@getoffendedcom" for at least 30 days too, just to make sure people know who it is. You can change the avi immediately however.

That's it. Account is yours. Just asking for a little credit. It's the least I can do for the company that gave me a decade of joy. This is gonna be a "in good faith" transaction. No contracts or anything, just a jizz covered handshake.

If after the person who gets the account has it awhile and, for whatever reason, they are done and want to move on, we ask that they turn the account back over to GetOffended.com or do the same. Pay it forward.

I'm not sure if this has ever been done before or if it's a good idea, but god damn it, I want to try it.

If you're interested, send an email to submissions@getoffended.com. Include your twitter account name and a short note on why you want my account. We'll be looking for someone whose timeline is humorous, dirty, funny, fucked up and entertaining. We'll also be looking for someone with a follower account high enough to prove that you're serious and not gonna flake out after a month, but low enough that this is an opportunity that you deserve.

I think that's it. If you have any questions, send them to submissions@getoffended.com. One of us will check the account and reply accordingly. We're hoping to give this thing over by next weekend.

C'mon people, this is gonna be fun!

Love,
Angie

Where did Angie go?

The few people that I talk to outside of twitter know that on May 30th, I left the US for the summer traveling abroad. My tweeting has been spotty at best. I'd attempted to setup a few guest tweeters but both fell through. I've tried my best to stay up on twitter and the blog but real life has shoved it's foot in the door.

I left the US as I do every summer for a retreat from reality. This year, however, I had ulterior motives. Real Life was getting a little too much to take on a daily basis. It was time to pull up stakes and make some huge changes. I'd been in a rut for more than a decade, unable to move past a few simple truths.

Life has been good. Work has been great. I'm a lucky girl. I have friends that care about me and family that looks out for my best interests. I'm blessed in those regards, but I was still not happy.

I was tired of being single. I have a bad habit of wanting what everyone else has. This doesn't work out so well for the single girl. Especially when those you pine over are worth the pining over in the first place then, in second place, are never going to be the type of person to forget that they are the worth the pining over type person and be the shitty person I want them to be for just a second and break someone else's heart just to be the worth pining over person I know they are, for me. Yeah, time to rethink things. And breathe.

I picked up stakes, sold my house, and quit my day job to take a traveling sales position that is based in Helsinki but works out of Kowloon. I was going to continue to work with GetOffended.com but I've decided things will be better for me if I just avoid social media all together for a while. For other reasons all together.

The girl I played on twitter was not me. Sorta. She was a character I thought was interesting. I'm not the sexually flirtatious, over the top, alcoholic I portrayed. BUT, I was slowly turning into her. When your virtual life starts to dictate your real life antics, things need to change.

Change I did. As of now, I'm effectively stepping away from everything I've known and opening a new door. To all the friends I've made in real life and online, thank you for always being there. To the few people I've had the joy of meeting in real life in Chicago and Orlando, I had more fun than you'll ever know. To the few people who I let into my inner sanctum via Skype, I'm sorry my living room was always full of laundry baskets and dogs. ;) And to the few people I'm leaving behind in real life, I love you all. I'd have never made it this far without you. I mean that. You're the reason I'm as strong as I am and the reason I've finally decided to step up and put myself first. I love you now and I always will.

What does this all mean?

It means that @getoffendedcom is an open account. I'm not tweeting from it anymore. I'm only going to log in when I'm done with this letter and direct you to the blog to read it. Right now it's 4:40pm here so I'm about to go out for my last night in town before picking up and getting on another plane again tomorrow. Since the account is in the name of GetOffended.com which I've been a part of for more than a decade, I'm giving it back in hopes that they'll use it for the company or find someone else to take it over rather than just shutting it down. I'm not the twittercide type.

Don't be sad for me. I'm moving upward and onward. I may be back in time. I just need the space to make the hard choices.

I want to take this last second to thank a few people who I can't bring myself to do so face to face. You can stop reading here, this may get a little girly.

Thanks Dad, sorry I missed Father's Day. Life wouldn't be what it is without you.
Thanks Mom, sorry I missed Father's Day. Take care of Dad. (j/k, love you too)
Thanks Sis, I know we don't get along, but you're a big influence and someone I've always looked up to.
Thanks Craig for being the best boss a girl could ever have. Letting me take time away from work for play, soccer, GetOffended, traveling, alcoholic binging in Florida and traveling for the summer. WIthout you, I'd have been stuck in insurance for decades.
Thanks Annie for being my rock. And by rock, I mean the rock holding my extra bed to the ground for years. I love you more than you'll ever know and I miss you already.
Thanks Kristin for always forcing me to see on the bright side of life. Your smile I'll miss most.
Thanks Mike for being my knight in shining armor on many occasions.
Thanks Travis for taking me under your wing and helping me get to where I am. Thanks for being there when I needed you and not leaving me alone when I wanted you to. You're the friend every girl needs but hates having. You were always the one who wanted me to think for myself and put me first, I'm finally doing it. ;D
Thanks to all my closest online friends for being my go-to happy people. The love I've received through twitter over the last year has been overwhelming to say the least. It's what has given me the strength and determination to put one foot in front of the other and make the hard choices.
Thanks to GetOffended.com for giving me a voice and putting money in my pocket when I needed it most. I hate leaving, this has been the best family of friends since I can't remember when. I'll always be available to you and if you ever need anything, please let me know.

And with that, I'm out. Be nice to my people. Buy some shirts from GetOffended.com and be good to whoever takes over my account. Don't forget, I may still write in the blog here from time to time and check out Bone's Tumbler too.

And with that, the alcohol beckons.

Love always,
Angie

An ode to "Hey, how's your week?" Friends

You know what the best part about social media is? The free psychotherapy. Hear me out. Most of the time, when you’re depressed, worried or confused you just need someone to clarify what’s important and give you a moment to think it through for yourself. Sometimes this is harder face to face. Sometimes this is impossible with someone you can’t hide from. Enter social media.

If you’re on twitter for discounts, news and the latest gossip concerning what celeb is eating where and when she’s having her poodle manicured, then you’re missing out on the friendships and communities that thrive in this world.

It’s great for laughs, flirting and killing time, but if you’re lucky, you can actually make a friend or two. If you’re really lucky, you can even fall in love. Don’t laugh, I’ve seen it. I’ve watched people start out in @ replies and end up relocating across the country.

I’ve seen it go horribly wrong too. Someone shuts down their account unexpectedly and leaves the rest of their friends here asking, “What happened?”

Social media can become more than “hey, look at me!” and turn into “hey, how’s your week?” Instead of talking to everyone, you start talking to someone. Many someones. You’ve established “hey, how’s your week?” friends. These can be incredibly strong bonds too. You’ll see people who’ve never met face to face, throw down online to defend someone’s honor. They’ll morn their losses. They’ll rejoice in their triumphs.

“Hey, how’s your week?” friends are the greatest thing to have in your corner when you’re just fighting to make it out of the round. These friends will go out of their way to cheer you up and give you a virtual shoulder to cry on. It’s easy to confide in someone and lend support when you can choose your words before clicking send.

There’s enough trust to feel confident and just enough anonymity to be brave.

Sometimes, putting your problems in front of you is enough. Writing it out to read back and try to look at it from a different angle. Other times it feels good to just share your problems. Blogs can be therapeutic both for the writer and the reader.

“There, I got that out. I feel better.” vs “I didn’t know anyone else felt the same way I do.”

I was dealing with a lot of shit a few weeks back. Without twitter and the blog, I’d have went nuts. Thanks to those of you who read what I wrote, let me vent and offered support. I appreciate it more than you’ll know.

Don’t discredit social media and the online friends you can make or the benefits they offer. Take the time to ask for help. Take the time to offer it.