At some point in the life of every scapegoat, the clock will strike the midnight hour, the masks will come off, and the aggression of family will reveal itself.

(M. Wakefield)

… because as much as it literally pains me to post a Taylor Shiftstick song in this Diary, because, yes, I’m a slut-shamer who thinks “America’s SWEETheart” is really “America’s MEATheart” with at least twelve well publicized “exes” scratched on to her bedpost with that screechy ‘lil voice of hers. But, I’ve digressed, and where was I? Oh, yah! Today is “National Blame Someone Else Day“! So? TAG! I’m it! It’s me … HI! I’m the problem! IT’S ME!

I’m the black sheep!

I’m The One who has called out the tumor in our family and shattered the shatterer with my hammer of TRUTH!

“BAA everyone,

it’s me, CAT!”