It's kind of like the journal I kept meaning to keep in my adolescence. I'd get one of those pretty "upholstered" books filled with clean, crisp, lined paper full of possibilities. I'd dream of filling it to bursting with my thoughts, fears, dreams, goals, or even just mundand day-to-day happenings.
Or not.
I'd write for a few days, until it fell by the wayside. I'd find it a year or so later, having completely forgotten about it.
Much like here. *sigh*
Or is it that I haven't had much to write about other than work, which I don't want to do here. Too worried about getting Dooced, y'know.
But I've had some happy news recently, so maybe I'll give it a shot at keeping it up again.
Posted by beenie at February 21, 2007 10:26 PM