Fiorella leaps in where others fear to tread. Not because she's brave--because she's dumb. She should have been born with a muzzle on her mouth and a ball and chain around her ankle. If there's a wrong thing to be said, she says it. If there's something that shouldn't be done, she does it. And all with the best of intentions.
Actually, Fio prefers to let what she writes or paints speak for her, but--let's face it--whatever she produces in whatever medium is just as "different" as she is.
And, yes, she knows she shouldn't have written this blog, but confession is part of her messed-up psyche. Forgive her, move on, and have a nice day.
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