This always happens.
Topics, thoughts, words and phrases weaving in and around my brain. I want to write, people, believe me. But this always happens.
DuhhhhwhatdoIwriteabout?
And then, in some most cases, I’ll get distracted by a fine piece of cinematic work such as:
Which leads to reenactments of said climactic scene in said cinematic film piece:
And, due to my high-energy, elaborate reenactment of this drama, I end up…
Thank goodness I’m getting my haircolor(s) recolor-fied tomorrow.
Okay, in all honesty, I start out a post and end up clickity-clackin’ blanks all over the page. I’ll distract myself as much as possible to avoid getting anything really honest about myself on page. By the time I get over the distraction, I’m too tired to think/write anymore.
Thank goodness for the discovery of PhotoBooth. (I should probably be embarrassed with my appearance or something, but what the hell. Trivia: I’m wearing a long-sleeved shirt from our high school production of Cinderella.)
Welp, time to be honest, Missy. Don’t be scared to face the truth and share your truth. (By the way, I really was watching A Few Good Men.)
And geebus crust, if anything, lighten up.
I think — and don’t hold me to this — but I THINK I’m done with doubts. I’m not sure. I mean, as with anything, I have my…
Sh*t.







