Okay I know I keep saying this...
But truly...I wish to revive this lifeless blog.
I miss just...writing.
I miss my bloggy friends.
I want to write.
Seriously...there are many places to find me.
Just wrote about Sex Addiction on My Depression Connection. Would appreciate any comments.
Once upon a time I was a blogger...I even wrote poetry.
Bring me back to life. Tell me what is important. I have forgotten.
Come sit a spell and shoot the breeze. Sweeten the day with a little synchronicity...
Friday, August 6, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
It is June?
Like no way. really?
It is June.
Once upon a time I used to have a blog.
I am not sure I remember how to blog. I like the idea of it and being free and saying whatever the fuck I want.
Excuse my French. :>)
Do people blog anymore or do they twitter or facebook or whatever is the newest greatest thing ever?
I am getting an iPad. It really is inexcusable except...wow...they are sleek. And fast. And fun. I need some fun. Tell me I deserve it.
It will be summer soon. Where did the time go? Who can tell me?
You know what I love about blogs? They are so self indulgent...like eating a king sized reeses peanut butter cup.
More....soon....coming to a blog near you.
It is June.
Once upon a time I used to have a blog.
I am not sure I remember how to blog. I like the idea of it and being free and saying whatever the fuck I want.
Excuse my French. :>)
Do people blog anymore or do they twitter or facebook or whatever is the newest greatest thing ever?
I am getting an iPad. It really is inexcusable except...wow...they are sleek. And fast. And fun. I need some fun. Tell me I deserve it.
It will be summer soon. Where did the time go? Who can tell me?
You know what I love about blogs? They are so self indulgent...like eating a king sized reeses peanut butter cup.
More....soon....coming to a blog near you.
Friday, February 19, 2010
I need this...
I have been writing and writing...and...well...writing.
I am a "writer".
Parentheses because...I am just me. I happen to write. But now it is a thing. A paying thing. I am doing well. Really well for the likes of me. It is like telling a genie...hey...I wish to be...a writer. And then suddenly you are. But there are still holes. And you wonder...I am getting exactly what I wished for...so what is the problem?
I need to write here. I need to be free. I need to...express the vastness of my ineptitude. I need to be on my knees. What good is writing if it does not humble you?
I have done these things...that I never imagined I would. I did a conference. I was on TV as the main course. People believe there is something in me that is special but my god...why don't I believe this? Maybe it is better not to believe.
What would be possible if I only believed in myself? I don't know. I am still not there.
I am a "writer".
Parentheses because...I am just me. I happen to write. But now it is a thing. A paying thing. I am doing well. Really well for the likes of me. It is like telling a genie...hey...I wish to be...a writer. And then suddenly you are. But there are still holes. And you wonder...I am getting exactly what I wished for...so what is the problem?
I need to write here. I need to be free. I need to...express the vastness of my ineptitude. I need to be on my knees. What good is writing if it does not humble you?
I have done these things...that I never imagined I would. I did a conference. I was on TV as the main course. People believe there is something in me that is special but my god...why don't I believe this? Maybe it is better not to believe.
What would be possible if I only believed in myself? I don't know. I am still not there.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
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