My LS Nikki said I should blog. She is working on a book. I have been writing books since I was about 8 years old. They get cheesy after the first few chapters. So I abandon ship. Man down! I suppose its my own fault. It is scary, frightening, to reveal yourself. Imagine walking through the streets naked, the world watching your every flaw. Oh and after having a baby, the stretchmarks, the buttered rolls, the dimples . . . Naaah. Life without Spanx is too much to handle. No cover up on the beach? Im not that courageous. I've got mouth, lots of it, but I ain't ready to put my money there. Hell no, my bones, my secrets, my most intimate thoughts, my fears, my audacious hopes, my daydreams, my fuck ups, the green-eyed monster who behind the confident strut, does rear his ugly head, imperfections, my toes. There are somethings that you should only keep between you and your God. Oh, and I try to keep things from him too.

Its late, but I am already addicted. I loved writing, once upon a time. Had journals galore. Got older, stopped dreaming as much, or ashamed to admit I do. There was poetry, thought provoking questions, dreams, wishes, romantic stuff. Im a romantic at heart. When did I become an adult?