Recently Saucytart has had to relieve herself of a few bits of flotsam and jetsam.
Dead weight doesn't do a body good. It just makes you sink that much faster.
And so she has been removing the unsavory element which detracts rather than adds value to her life.
Naturally, this parsing of what works and what does not, that which is structurally sound and that which is not, has taken a bit of a toll. At first she felt troubled, pained by her decision to let people go, cut them loose without looking back. And because she felt this way, she back-pedaled, ultimately causing her more pain.
She hoped the old dogs could learn new tricks. But the old dogs didn't learn new tricks; they just kept pissing in her flower beds like they always did. In short, they were happy (as only a dog rolling in shit can be) and she was not.
Saucytart realized she would have to start from scratch. Old friends and old habits would need to be cast away. She would need to get rid of the negatives in order to accentuate the positives.
So like Mary Martin in South Pacific,she's "gonna wash that man" (or woman) right outta her hair.
Saucytart has some damn clean hair these days.
