The beginning of the end - edited version

So here it is.

Queenie is a bit stretched.

blah blah blah edited out rant that would get Queenie into a lot of trouble if anyone other than Ammonite saw it....

So would someone please give Queenie a reason why she should bankrupt herself and give herself an early nervous breakdown in order to keep trying to please a whole load of people who just fucking please themselves all the time without any regard for the financial, emotional and psychic strain of being all things to all people that being Queenie entails, just because she's an accomodating type of gal?

Oh that's right. There's no fucking reason is there. Just some obscure sense of responsibility somebody inculcated in her at an early age that makes sure she'll never just say fuck it and disappear into south america with the funds.

more ranting..

But of course there's a good reason. And Queenie is just being unreasonable when she can't see it on a wet Wednesday when she can't afford to eat supper even. And she's homesick. And sick of spending the supper money on calls to other people.

And what the hell is this 'Anonymous' 'how many peope read your blog?' bullshit?

Sign your effing name if you make a comment on my blog you mingy bastard.

All Queenie has to talk to tonight is Lady Moonbeam.

You can tell, can't you!

I'm going to bed now.
Yous can all fuck off.
Goodnight.