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Life lessons learned the hard way:
There is no fairy tale. I am not a princess, there is no prince charming,
There is no happy ending.
It is a constant battle to keep yourself fed and clothed and housed.
Life is long and hard and not in the good way.

In spite of all evidence to support those statements,
I am fighting with everything I have to *know* and to remember that this is a fairy tale.
And that fairy tales aren't always happy. And they're not always fun.
And sometimes they really do just suck.
Badly.

And I may have a fairy godmother or a prince destined for me
I may have adventure and dragons and the sea in my future.
I may get to battle ogers and trolls and things which one cannot speak of.
and there may be beauty and love at the end of it.
But those thngs didn't come to the gumpy or the wicked or those who are expecting them.

(I wonder if cinderella ever felt hopeless. - I certainly do.)


Oh, and the roses are in bloom all over the city.
They smell wonderful.
I like the white ones with the purple spots the best. Their smell reminds me of cookies baking and candy and the woods and love all at the same time.