Post Number One.

So, my new boss Bob figured a good way to get out all my pent up rage and emotions is to start blogging. So...here I am. Normally I'd use the internet for other things but...this is the new me! I'm starting life over, single and child-free...well, for now at least. My son is living peacefully in New Orleans, he said he's taken up some new hobbies...bless my little man!

It's tough to find a start. The last five months have been a blur for me...literally. See, I had all these blackouts and Je- wait, this is MY blog...about ME...and my NEW LIFE.

So, in the last five months I...ran a successful internet business, did not play nicely with others, slept with a congressman...had my son stolen by my husband, shot husband, went to prison, got out of prison, did not play nicely with others again, had my son stolen yet again by a man with a passion for pot pies and presidential elections, watched said congressman and his brother blow up... got a new job, lost husband, gave up son, got partnered with multilingual Hindi man, ran into FORMER congressman (will not say if it was more than once), broke partners nose, and icing on the cake? Stabbing myself with the virus.

That leads me here, in bed, having some OJ and blogging out my pent up rage and aggression.

DL would be so proud. *lip quivers*

I have to go, Bob says as long as I'm not dead I still have to keep Mohinder "in check".

I'll be back later...well, as long as they find that Cheerleader...