Okay, let's try this "personal blog" thing again.
Crap. This basic blog template looks like how I feel when I see people who put their kids on leashes. No bueno at all. But for right now it will have to do.
I'm not good at a lot of things. You know how some kids in high school were like..triathletes. Like how in the world can you run like hell, throw a ball AND hit a home run at every baseball game? WTFrack? WHO does that? And then there were the chicks who were on the cheerleading squad, star gymnast, pageant winner 4 years in a row AND taught 3rd graders how to read while baking double fudge brownies...with sprinkles.
I wasn't that kid. All I did was write. One time in 10th grade I tried out for the volleyball team. Actually, I didn't even get to the try-outs. There were 2 weeks worth of conditioning. By Day 4 I was like, "Eff this bull crap. My boobs are too big for all of this running." That was back before I discovered I would ALWAYS have to wear two full support bras when I work out. And now you can't even stop me from working out. Ain't that somethin'?
All I do is write.
Writing is the only thing I don't do wrong. That's why I get pissed off to hell when grown people misspell words. Especially in the age of red lines under words that are spelled incorrectly. It's like, "Helloooo dofus! That damn red line is not decoration." Words are my friends. And I hate when people disrespect them and use them any kind of way. Words are my therapy. My comfort. I'm addicted to them. I can't remember the last time I didn't write. Or didn't make up a story in my head. Or have an idea for a poem. Or a prose. Or an article. Writing is like breathing.
And you have to breath to survive.
I shall return....