I wrote a short story and it was published, AMAZING! What if nobody likes it? What if people think I am a freak because of what I wrote? Who cares what people think of me? I don’t. I do. What day is today? Maybe then I can figure out who I am. I know who I am. I am kind, generous, FABULOUS, friendly, outgoing, karma driven to love and do good, creative and damn good looking. From what I hear, my tits are great for being almost 41 too. I am depressed, desperate, the biggest bitch you ever met. I sulk and hide, I look in the mirror and see complete ugliness, I do what I want and answer to nobody, not even your god. My tits could be way better for $4000.

I love my children more than life itself and would gladly lay myself down on the railroad tracks to save them. I get frustrated. I am proud. My friends are generally of the highest quality. I find myself slumming it. I love you and I can’t stand you in the same visit. I am not better than any other human being however, you are beneath me. Should I do it again? Any of it. Should I do any of it again? I would you know. I would tweak things a little. Maybe I would go out and fuck someone else so that when you treat me like shit, you will have a reason. When you let Ankles treat me like shit, she’s just protecting your heart and interests. Instead of being sad and passive, I would show Ankles what is supposed to happen after a wife finds pics like that on her husbands phone. I am weak but strong. I am happy now with my life. Happier than I have been in years and you can’t continue to take from me. Why? He isn’t going to let you. I’d like to introduce you to…


I love Eyeore but he’s driving me nuts. Always under foot, tripping me. He’s so sweet the way he always wants to be near me.

Mostly, I am closed of to the world. Nobody knows who exactly I am inside, what I am thinking or feeling from day to day. I am a puzzle. Sometimes though, I just bare it all. Watch me cry then scream. I DO know who I am, the question is, do YOU know who YOU are?


About angrypumpkinoutofcontrol

Who am I? You know, oddly enough I don’t know what to say. I am a single (again) mom in So Cal. I am trying to get myself and my 3 boys through life. I am a cynical romantic. I am opinionated and generally not afraid to share said opinions. I am a daughter, probably not always the greatest but it’s my 1st time being a daughter and I’m still learning. I am a friend, this I am generally better at aside from the occasional slip from grace. I am funny (I hear), intelligent (it’s why my BFF chose me) and a neat freak with a streak of OCD. I am told that I scare men and little kids. I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up except happy, at peace, stable. I have many good people in my life and many people that have walked out. Focus on what you have. I have no idea the things I should write here. What do you people want from me?

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  1. Well, lets see if I can get this out right so early in the morn’. I am but one singular, brave woman with a superb imagination and and the nerves to write it down. This book, anthology, is filled with 51 (it was supposed to be 50, lol) wonderfully amazing men and women whos imaginations appear to either run in line with or out run my own. As soon as I could get the book on smashwords.com, I was all over it, starting of course with my favorite title which put me in to a fit of laughter. I have loved all I have read so far and quite frankly mine is seeming a bit hum drum to me now. Ha! I believe the print copies should be out this week but until then you can find it on smashwords.com and amazon.com. Just look for “Fifty Shades of Decay”. Actually, I would love to find out what you think of it. Your imagination will soar, I guarantee that! You seem as if you have many opinions and would like to hear what they are. Have a superb day.

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