solicited advice

from one of my most favorite bloggers.

thank you, my friend. your advice always means far more than you could ever imagine.

advice

if insanity is defined as doing the same thing over and over expecting different results (thanks, Einstein. No, really. look it up), then I won't continue to chase my tail.

doling out advice isn't my specialty; rather, crazy is.

i've been there, done that, written the book, gotten the t-shirt, lost the t-shirt, found it again, cut it up *and* made it fit properly, so when i do give out advice (always asked for, rarely volunteered), i expect that you (at the very fucking least), listen to what the fuck i'm saying. if you can save yourself the heartache and hardships i've dealt with simply by listening to me, then i've done my job.

if you don't want to heed my advice then don't fucking come to me with your problems, 'cause i can't help you.

and i won't/can't fix it for you.

shit or get off the pot, darlin', please, 'cause the fact that we're all tired of your shit is going to push you that much closer to the ledge.