It May Be Stupid, But Who Cares?

I've gotta say that I'm sorry I'm such a shitty blogger. I think the reason for that is that my blog is a reflection of me as a person. Not that I'm a shitty person. But sometimes I'm a shitty person.

It's not all my fault. I've a few strikes against me. I'm ultra-lonely, and much too sensitive. I lose perspective. I seem to require near catastrophe to shock me out of my own head.

I'm a shitty blogger. Facebook was even worse. You should of seen me try. It was hilarious.

Sorry about that, Sarah.


Lately, I've been keeping my head above water. It's taking some will power, but it's being accomplished.

If Spring would just hurry up and get here...it would be better. Somehow.

I continue to stalk blogs when I get a chance. I want you to know that I'm following along, even if I've not left comments. (Sam.) And thank you for sticking with me through my awkwardness. I'm trying to rectify the situation.

Right at this moment, though, at this moment I'm fighting the urge to delete this post because I suspect that it's "stupid".

But I wonder if I will?

Just Because I'm Losing Doesn't Mean I'm Lost

Been feeling that old familiar pain.
Time to redo the blog.
Time to start over.
Again.

Lots of thoughts, swirls, clouds.

Coagulating, formulating, breaking apart and coming together once more.

Like fractal art, but for right

NOW

I'm just here to get my feet wet.

Pretty Pumpkin Pie

Ivy had her first ride in the dirty Wal Mart shopping cart.

We had good times, my pumpkin and I.