Dear Katrina, I’m just not ready. I’m not ready for all the news reports, the constant coverage and the land blasting of your memories. I’m not ready, even though it’s been 4 years. I still can’t deal with you. I know I should. Believe me, I know. But I just can’t. I tried, really I...
I think a lot of us have dark corners we’d be a lot better off dealing with–I know I sure do. I’m terrible at processing things though. If something doesn’t grate at me constantly, I don’t deal with them–I just THINK I’ve dealt with them until they show up again to prove me drastically wrong.
As for Katrina, I have no doubt that you can totally kick that bitch’s ass.