This has been long overdue. Just me, being able to write whatever I want. Not that I couldn't use a peice of paper, but if you saw my messy house, you would understand why I don't. I have had so many notebooks over the years, grabbing them whenever a quip or complaint would pop into my head. I am still addicted to blank notebooks. Truth is, I never made it to even the middle of these books before my situation brightened, and I forgot about writing my anger or the need to feel amusing, even though I was writing to myself. Not even to myself. To a book. I am writing to a computer now. Not that much difference accept the smileys I draw are sideways. I don't REALLY have anything to complain about this time around accept for denying the simple joys of writing. TYPING. Whatever. So anyway, here I am rettling on about nothing. Like I said, nothing to whine about. Even though my life has problems, I know everything will be ok. In life, we all just fly by the seats of our pants and hope to see some cool shit before the ride is over. Some peole are so terrified of the ride, they keep their eyes closed the whole time. Open them. you might learn something. By the way, I can't find the spell check on here. lol |