Balls The Size of Raisins...

Sometimes I wish I had the gall to post some of my real journal entries on the internet. I might have a lot more readers. I'd also have a few more enemies and men in white coats following me around town! The truth is, I never could. When I really journal, I can write the most terrible and atrocious things I can possibly think of. On the other hand I can write some of the sweetest lines ever written. It all depends on my mood at the moment of writing and often times my journal entires are littered with bipolar episodes. I'll write things I normally don't mean. I'll write about things that are irritating me at that minute. (I've also been known to write about the paper quality and the smoothness of the pen I'm using...so maybe it wouldn't be more interesting.) But I would hate for people to completely misinterpret things I write. I'm a very "This is How I Feel Right Now, I'm Going to Go with It" person. If I'm angry, I'm horrific. If I'm happy, I'm overly becoming and if I'm stressed, I'm just a mess. I tend to do the same thing in person when I'm around people I'm comfortable with. I'll mouth off on anything and I think in a way it makes me a terrible person. But whatever right?

Blah blah blah I keep ranting and raving... Boo boo boo. Jeez people are going to think I do nothing at work....I'm just, I don't know. Maybe working out yesterday is sent TOO MUCH oxygen to the brain. That combined with a cup of coffee, breakfast and about 3 hours of sleep, lethal combination for LO. His brain must be rotting reading this! My apologies my friend!