I am berserk · June's stupid life

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Hello (hello, hello)…Is there anybody in there?

I am so Pink Floyd-y.

Honestly, it's been so long since I've logged onto this blog, I felt like I had to blow cobwebs off this site. It was like when George Bailey comes to his house on 320 Sycamore, but he's never been born, so the whole place is abandoned and webby. This was literally a website.

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA~!

Yeah.

So, have you missed me? Because in case you aren't in the know, I decided to come back. And yes, I AM annoying. But it's Ned's fault. Ned, who is a good writer himself and should do more of it, told me, "I really admired that you got up and wrote every day. It wasn't how many people read your blog, or anything like that that impressed me. It was the act of you writing every day that I thought was great."

And you know? He's right. I miss writing every day, a lot. So I said fuck it. I'll go back.

I don't want to get caught all up in how many people are reading me, or who likes me and who doesn't, and can I really say this without offending this or that person. I just want to write, for the sake of writing. Anne Lamott says to write as if your parents are dead, and that's what I hope to do. Write as if no one is watching, which may be exactly what happens, seeing as I've been gone for ages and said I was done and so on.

And also I want to talk about my stupid goings on because I am 100% full of myself.

So I will start back up in earnest January 1, and nobody tell Ernest because he doesn't know yet.

Please see above reference to BAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA~!

In the meantime, I managed to make a little 2013 in review video, as I usually do. This time I did it chronologically, and when you get into fall and see that black-and-white doggie, THAT'S VIOLET, the puppy who was put in my car last year! I visited her at the fire station and oh! How I love her.

When I come back in 2014 I'll catch you up on what's been going on since I left in September. Because MOST of it is DRAMATIC and PAIN-FILLED and naturally I want to complain about that to the fullest.

So. There it is. I would love to talk with you again, so I hope you join me on this PUSH-ME PULL-ME BOOMERANG of a blog. Which apparently I can't seem to quit. Because no matter what happens to me or where I go, I seem to need to write about it. Just like Pink Floyd. I have no idea why I am obsessed with Pink Floyd today. Maybe it's the pink part. So to speak.

I'll see you in 2014, on the dark side of the moon.

Love, June