So here's the deal. Every since I was little I've been paranoid about people reading my personal writing.

( I mean I would invest so much thought, so much of my fifth grade soul into my little pink journal adorned with kittens, only to leave it lying around on the dining room table and then go beserk when I found out my brother had picked it up because he had teased me about one of the deepest, darkest secrets that I had unveiled in my little pink journal which was really only something like, "I heart nate gulley." )

So. This is my remedy: a published blog to leave me exposed to the world. Ya know. At least a little. A bit of self-guided therapy to help me buck up and get OVer it. Somebody tell me it's gonna be ok.