On the slightly more luminous side-very slightly-my blogoversary and 37th birthday are quickly approaching and I can look forward to starting anew. Which I absolutely loathe, but it sounded good for the moment. In truth, from an organizational perspective chronicling my 37th year of life in photos and prose in a virginal location in cyberspace is quite nice, ideal even-but the whole abrupt ending without my knowledge or consent part is um...yeah, pretty shitty.
I don't know Universe, you're testing the loosely held levees of my sanity-comical as it may be at times, you wouldn't like me when I'm crazy. Meh, I'm off to bake cupcakes...it's still too early for beer. Have a fabulous weekend for me, will ya?