Writing juices, at least for me, flow best when oiled with the suffering of love lost. I started this blog 4 years ago when a certain fella did me wrong, and it flourished in the fertile arena of my self-recrimination, introspection, and vapid self-loathing.
Well here we are again. But with any luck I have come a fer piece since then and will weather this breaky-breaky with a touch more self-respect and sense of reality. I sincerely hope that a welter of pugnacious prose, whimsical witticisms, and insipid introspection will undulate onto these pages fom my philosophical phalanges (along with a bit of alliteration for good measure.... ooooooo, I makey me laugh big hardy har....)
In addition I hope there will be some site reconstruction to recreate the watery environs that are so comforting.... graced, of course, with lots an' lots o pictures of me.
