I am not writing because I want to be a writer. Honestly, grammatically, and also spelling wise (i wonder if this has spell check), I could probably be considered illiterate. I mean I know that sentences being with capitals and end with a period, and I know that when they are long you should probably throw in a couple on commas somewhere, and I use "..." way more than anyone should... But it's not why i started typing this...
I started to type this because .. I don't know why I started typing this. I was introduced to this by a couple of people who either have their own blogs or follow other people's. I think I started typing this because it's easier for me (I'm sure it is for many people) to type a thought than it is to speak it. Because I am thinking to myself as I type this and hoping it will lead to some clear "epiphany" as to why I am not a happy person.
So really this all could be meaningless and a waist of time. But I promise it will be honest. Hopefully it will be funny sometimes, serious occasionally, sad only slightly, and curious always. If you read you will know me, I'm not outstanding, just a little strange... and it's very obvious that I'm missing/searching/needing something... I have no idea what... maybe typing it will help me realize what that is?? if not, at least it is easier than carrying around 47 notebooks in my purse...
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