| Current mood: |  dorky |
| Current music: | video game music from the living room |
Whoa...how life changes.
The last entry for this journal was something like two years ago. I honestly can't believe that I remembered my password. I remembered this site because I had mentioned Blurty to someone a while ago and how I was certain that I had only written twittering poetry about my ex-boyfriend. Now the joke with my current beau is "Do you love me? Then why don't you blog it?". To me, he's much funnier than the last bloke.
Actually, he's much funnier than most living people; as for ghosts their senses of humor are lost on me.
Let's see...I'm sure absolutely no one is following this journal...but pretending, for my ego's sake that someone is- I'll update. The last boy has been gone from my life for quite some time. He was actually gone before he was GONE if you smell what I'm cooking. He was cooking too, METH! Not actually cooking it, but using it. Which in my opinion is like a death sentance. It is a tragedy how many living funerals I've had to have for loved ones that have been trapped in the hell of that drug. I personally don't tolerate it...and thus curtains for METH boys and girls.
I haven't reviewed all of the blabbering, circular thoughts that I previously entered into this journal- but one jumped right out at me. I gave credit where credit wasn't due when I spoke of my newly birthed healthy self. I gave props to my then boyfriend for all of my positive changes as if I had had nothing to do with them.
I know that I was in love but what a terrible thing to do to my own self.
I was changing and still am because at the (not so youthful) age of then 25 now 27 I'm finally starting to grow up. Some would say "What took you so long?". My answer is that no one is ever done growing up. That at least is the notion I use to excuse my personal mental infancy and at this time I can say I believe it. Plus I only state that I STARTED growing up and not that I am a GROWN UP ( for that would be a very tragic thing to be indeed!)
Let'sssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. What else. I'm now deeply loving another non-grown-up (SEE I BLOGGED IT!!!!!)
Lou Lou the blurty artist and my fair kitty daughter died tragically young of an unknown disease. (damn vets!)
And I still miss her. I do have three lovely animal children currently- one, who by laying nearby on the floor, indicates that he may be my new Blurty Buddy. Though Miss Lou had a style of her own, I'm certain that he also will contribute in a world changing journally way.
My theater company is now being re-worked. We did a sketch show in October and have a locally written children's musical going up in June and July with more sketch to be seen in the later summer.
Lot's of work and fun. Still no dinero. ( well some...but my piggy bank rattle indicate a lack of paper money).
I think that's probably it for now. I'm gonna snoop in other peoples writing and steal all of their good ideas. Not actually but I will probably go back and read all of my old bad ones.
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