It has become a blogger world out there and what better way to understand it than to be apart of it.
Time and time again I find myself reluctant and plain out stubborn with following trend and accepting, what I deem, conformity. However, blogs seem to be the timeless concept of writing thoughts out, keeping a diary if you will, and I think it may suit my tired sore hand fine.
Since I was young, I have found that my best friend to be my mom. Sappy I know, but it is true. She is one of the only people in my life who will selflessly give in to me ranting, venting, have diareah of the mouth, without really saying a word until I am done. She is on the same page as me. She gives me advice. She throws in an occasional scolding here and there for my somewhat spastic potty language and then resumes on listening to me. It's great... but I guess I am going to give her a break as I venture into the blogging world.
I can hear her now... she may not be keen to the idea of my publishing for the world, or the very few who listen to my outpouring of heart and soul and pure bull that may spill out, but it is a relationship I am risking to keep my sanity and keep things in writing... after all sometimes things don't become real until one fully digests it and acknowledge it somehow (i.e. this blog). So warning to all... she will be so pissed at me if some creeper comes at me and uses these words and access to what I say against me... so very pissed. Please be kind. Rewind... and keep away from me if you are some creeper with bad thoughts.
Let the games begin... I have waited so long to post... couldn't find the perfect title... it's probably not the best right now, but I just can't wait anymore... gotta spill!
-E
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