Bad blogger! Bad, bad blogger!

Not that anyone at all has even read this thing yet, but I am still a little ashamed of my blogging behavior (or lack there of) of late.  I swore to myself that, at 29, a blog would be a wonderful way to ignite the fire under my long-neglected creative side once more.  I thought to myself, 'hey, if nothing else it's free therapy, right?'  Yet here I am 3 months later, my limp and underused creative side slow dancing solo around a pile of cold, wet ash, and still no closer to any kind of big coming-of-age emotional breakthrough.

Not that the last three months have been a complete wash... I first enjoyed and later cried over a two month relationship with Mr. YouthinkI'mwonderfulbutI'mreallyaseverlydamagedlyingasshole (of the afformentioned D-I-V-O-R-C-E), I have finished decorating my apartment (and if anyone ever reads the loveloveloves, they'll know how much like mainlining a vein to a heroin addict that is for me), I've hosted my first adult dinner party, had a wonderful Christmas, splurged on a pair of Burberry glasses and received a $100/week promotion.  All in all, not a bad stretch (but for the record, A can rot with J for all I care).

So here I am, lying in the dark at 1am, listening to Dave Matthews while getting to know my keyboard a little better, and finally feeling the urge to write once again.  Damn, it feels good.  Let's just hope I can stick to it this time!