About the madness that is Margaret

Update:

Once a hotshot, now a bum, and never happier (which says a lot since I’m so fucking depressed).

Up until April, 2009, I was working as a highly paid/respected designer for a crappy unnamed organization I call “Initech”, which after 20+ years of loyal and hardworking service, ground my pride into a soft goo and left me for dead. Rather than let them eat me in addition to killing me, I walked out and cashed my 401K. So there—fuck them. I’ve been bumming it ever since. Some ups, lots of downs, but the determination that slowly but surely, I WILL get my groove back. (Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.)

Original post:

While this isn’t my only blog, it’s the only one in which I am really allowing myself to be me warts and all, able to confess my ugly truths, and find some refuge for the times when I cannot deal with life (which is most of the time). Here you’ll find controversial opinions, blunt honesty, and a lot of bitching. While I was going stone cold sober for a while, the pain has gotten to be too much so I’m back on the white wonders and thriving creatively again (somewhat). I’m fat, 40-ish, a highly paid designer by day, and a struggling actor and singer by night. I’m not dating anyone at the moment, but I promise, when I find someone that can put up with my bitching, you’ll be the first to know. I do tend to rant about how much I hate men, but don’t hold that against me. As an added bonus for those trolling web spiders: boobs, tits, cock, dick, ass, fuck. There, that ought to cover it…. Oh yeah, and I swear a lot. Gee, can’t imagine why I’m not married.