Hello, everyone. My name is Blue Faerie... and I am a journal junkie. I don't mean journaling. I mean journals. Crisp, white pages. Giving them that first flip with my thumb. Opening to the first page where I will declare my new literary adventure. Wondering if this will truly be the next best-selling memoir. Or just a way to make life awkward for the relatives I leave behind ("Woah! Grandma was into what now!?"). It all begins to smooth. So elegant. So well-intentioned. And with a squeaky clean ball point pen. Life is sweet.
And then the disintegration begins. The pen runs out of ink, and I have to switch colors in the middle of a page, it looks unorganized now! Okay, well, maybe I can deal with that. I'll just make it a style thing and write with all different colors. From reds to greens, and an orange pen and then - NO! ...I've bent the corner by accident. Well, I'll just put it down and come back to it. It's not that big of a deal. But it is a big deal. The journal is officially smeared. Marred and dishonored it huddles in the closet collecting random wowitsbeenalongtimes and imstillalives.
Meanwhile, the cycle has already begun anew, as I eye up that $4 bonus buy at Half Priced Books.
Yes, everyone. I am a journal junkie. And I see the opportunity to become a blog junkie. There is always that temptation to install a new template. To boldly explore new fonts. But I refuse to bend to the Internet's enticing array of html. To that end I have this to say to you all...
Gone for a long time? What the heck do you mean? You've hit a funky time warp. I'm sorry, you're finally starting to "lose it", aren't you? Your Internet must be broken. This has all been a dreeeeam! OOOoooooOOOOoooh! Where have I been? Where have YOU been!?
Good to be back. :)
P.S. If you just can't stand not knowing whether or not bee keepers kidnapped me, I will, 1. tell you that no, they didn't, and 2. leave you to ponder the circumstances under which the following invention was thought into existance.