welcome to the land of the living

ok, so i used to blog but then i found out over a period of time that i suck at it. not because i'm not witty enough, or because interesting things don't happen to me and i have nothing to share with the rest of the world, but simply because i'm lazy. then something miraculous happened. today as i was half asleep (yes, fully aware that it's only 11:30am and the fact that i've already napped can be viewed as "odd" to say the least), half watching a rousing episode of TLC's While You Were Out in which it was revealed that the woman revamping her room was discovered by Random House via her blog it dawned on me that it could happen. a year from now after you've been loving every second that you've spent reading about my sometimes crazy, mostly insane life, i, too, could be solicited to turn my daily ins and outs into a book. far fetched? absolutely.

fine, i'm starting a new blog because i miss writing. you caught me. i don't have some elaborate scheme in my head which ultimately lands me as a celebrated author (yes i do); i simply miss writing and sharing my writings with you. yes, you. you are special. don't ever let any one tell you otherwise. especially not your mother. a mother's words can be catastrophically damaging, or incredibly nurturing depending on how they come out. that's why i'm not sure i'm cut out to be a mom. it's too much pressure and responsibility.

i digress.

so last night Joyce and i went to see The Killers. great show, great venue, NOT so great people. what's wrong with people at concerts these days? overly obnoxious drunk idiots? check. seventeen year olds who clearly only bought tickets because they could make out for a few hours with absolute certainty that their parents couldn't walk in on them? check. girls (or guys for that matter...) who appear to be bored out of their minds and only attended because their date/boyfriend/husband/sugar daddy/whom ever bought them a ticket? check. old creepy men scoping for pre-pubescent teens who honestly think they have a chance of blowing some one in the band? check. pre-pubescent teens who honestly think they have a chance of blowing some one in the band? check. i just don't get it. but then again i don't think i get a lot of people these days. either i'm just becoming more picky with whom i associate myself with, or i've officially turned into one of those people who thinks that every one else in the world besides themselves is a full fledged weirdo. newsflash to the latter (maybe me...) the "it's not me, it's them" theory is ridiculous. there is nothing believable in saying that you are normal and no one else is. get over yourself.

again, i digress.

i think i'm hungry. or maybe i haven't had enough caffeine yet, today. Gaby's and coffee it is.

it's good to be back, thanks for having me.