Not moving out of the country silly!!!!! Not even moving away from this LaLa Land looney bin. Just to another site/platform/whatever you call it.
Im actually excited about this. It's not like you were ever here reading my words, letting them fly off the screen and nestle in your mind by way of your eyes. I've been typing to myself this whole time which I don't mind so much because its just like my real life.....
Im actually excited about this. It's not like you were ever here reading my words, letting them fly off the screen and nestle in your mind by way of your eyes. I've been typing to myself this whole time which I don't mind so much because its just like my real life.....
Them/Him: "Who are you talking to?"
Me: Myself!.. God!
Not you, obviously. Were you in 3rd grade with me when i embarrassed myself trying to play the guitar in front of the hole class just to keep the lie going that I was ever even showing up for my guitar lessons when I was really sneaking upstairs to watch the other kids do gymnastics. I WANTED TO DO GYMNASTICS but my mother said no, it's too dangerous and maybe it was more expensive but i don't remember anymore because all i cared about was what I wasn't allowed to do and stringed instruments never made much sense to me. I mean, really, how can you ever possibly know where the notes are!?!? Although i did take to the violin that one summer at Bloomingdale House of Music.
Anyway, the point i was making is lost to me now so I'll join you in scrolling up to remember what I was originally talking about, or maybe its just me that forgets so easily.....
Not you, obviously. Were you in 3rd grade with me when i embarrassed myself trying to play the guitar in front of the hole class just to keep the lie going that I was ever even showing up for my guitar lessons when I was really sneaking upstairs to watch the other kids do gymnastics. I WANTED TO DO GYMNASTICS but my mother said no, it's too dangerous and maybe it was more expensive but i don't remember anymore because all i cared about was what I wasn't allowed to do and stringed instruments never made much sense to me. I mean, really, how can you ever possibly know where the notes are!?!? Although i did take to the violin that one summer at Bloomingdale House of Music.
Anyway, the point i was making is lost to me now so I'll join you in scrolling up to remember what I was originally talking about, or maybe its just me that forgets so easily.....
Ah, yes, talking to myself.
So I figure I'll repost all of these beginning crappy posts at the new landing spot and when we look back to these good old days of random blogging on no schedule, with no sponsors or ads to line my pockets with so much money, living in an old RV with my boyfriend, we can laugh and giggle at how silly it all seems. Now let's not get carried away. I'd be happy to finally cyber meet you. Leave me a comment, like my ish, and read the article so I can join you on your blog and take a trip through your mind and soul, there's enough for everyone and every is enough.
Peace ✌ in the NorthEast (NYC)
And remember, if I post again I'm not dead
