a few things i know.
I know that there is some sort of redemption to be had for love from loving again.
I know that when you're eating ice cream and you get a brain freeze it sucks, but i also know that as soon as the brain freeze has subsided the first thing you do is eat more ice cream.
Love and broken hearts are pretty much the same thing.
Gonna try a little something.
just for me.
once upon a happily ever after i was enamored and playful with words.
No i'm in love and have seemed quite content to just be.
But damn it if i don't miss it. Stringing words.
It meant something to me. readership be damned.
on a side note Ray Lamontagne's voice could make my mental vagina wet.
It's just so damn....weathered. You believe it, instantly.
Sometime you need a little bit of that.
Hearing something with conviction. It helps.
The worlds in chaos, the pendulums swung right back and off its damn axis.
So anything that seems to say. "I know what i'm writing about." helps.
so here's the thing, you start writing, it's almost like jerking off, you blog, you bitch, you do this whole auto-disecting thing and for a while it works. It helps and the more it helps the less you write until eventually you start wondering why you write your little blog, and who reads it, if anyone?
and so months have past and i've writen tech stuff @ stitchrobot.com and design stuff at macthemes.net
and very little of my life has found itself into this blog, and maybe that's okay.
p.s. Sarah Palin freaks me out.
i just watched the debate.