So, as you may have guessed, my name is not Jane Vodka. Duh. No one is ever born with a cool name like that! Except maybe Jim Beam. Or Jack Daniels.
But I think I'm having my midlife crisis, and I needed something to do, so I decided to move into the 21st century and air all of my dirty laundry in public, electronically. I'm hoping it will be very therapeutic. (I tried a therapist once. That was not therapeutic. That cost a crap-load of money to have someone sit there and agree with me until I brought someone else in, then they sat there and agreed with them! Screw that noise!)
Unfortunately, I still have to live with the people who piss me off, so I can't afford to piss them off.
Hence the Cool Name.
So, like I said, my name is not Jane Vodka.
But I wish it was...
I would have married Mr. Vodka, given the chance.