I'm Back, Bitches!
In my younger days, I blogged all the time. I've always found it easier than journaling, which is evidenced by the multitude of barely-begun journals lining my bookcase. When you write a journal, you know going into it, that you're writing solely for yourself, and the odds of anyone else ever reading your most fascinating thoughts are slim to nil. When you blog, you're also probably writing for an audience of one, but you can convince yourself that you're not. As someone who airs my every inappropriate thought to the masses, much to their dismay, this obviously appeals to me more. So, now in my mid-thirties, I'm back! And the world has my sincerest apologies for that. In my youth, I was a little wild and crazy. If I wasn't working 60-70 hours a week (for a pretty decent salary), I was partying myself into oblivion. Fast forward a dozen years, and life has slowed down significantly. If you've ever ridden Heimlichs Chew-Chew Express at Disneyland, then you...