This Title is Optional.
Hm. So, here I am. On another… blog… site. I cringe at this word for some reason. There really is no logical reason for it, but, call me old fashioned, it’s a journal. I guess. Maybe I will explore that word aversion later…
I have no idea what I’m writing about, and even less of an idea of who will care enough to want to read it. Maybe my family and friends I never talk to anymore. Perhaps they may want to see what is keeping me hidden away, what’s too awfully important for me to even be able to pick up the phone to say hello. Maybe my little brother, so he can have some idea who this crazy lady is that he calls his sister.
I wonder sometimes if he feels like an only child…
http://www.formspring.me/LadyWolfBird Because I am that interesting… Ask me anything, or throw ideas at me for something to write about. It will be neat, I’m tired of not being challenged mentally. Though, I am very mentally challenged. Ha, see what I did there? Clever, yes? No…?
This feels like an awkward first date. I was never good at introductions, as I am very awkward when I am trying to impress someone I want to be friends with.
What I will warn everyone, strangers and friends alike, is that is “blog” will contain potentially offensive material, bad grammar, and things that may make you never look at me the same. I don’t know, I may loose interest in this, as I so often do, and never update again after this post.
I think the cats, or Geoff, may have broken my favorite chair. I’m going to go cry now, and find the super glue.
