(I don't think my dog likes you.)
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(I don't think my dog likes you.) |
Shake A Paw! Play Dead! Speak! Good Dog! |
2007-12-23 I've been thinking about you a lot lately, and what we used to have. Those tender moments where I would sit and type to you, and you would just read and listen. I miss that. I find it very hard to write anything anymore. With all the blogs out there now, with all the drivel, all I can think is, "Is that what I was like?" And the only answer I can come to is yes. Yes, that's exactly what I was like. I'd like to say I wanted to document my life. But life then was nothing I wanted to keep a record of. In fact, somedays I still wish the little pieces would disappear from my head all together. There are a select few that have something important to say (and most of them don't say it) - and I think the rest of us are just dealing with our personal issues of not being heard as a kid, a teenager and adult. But maybe that's just me. I'm going to try to have important things to say, and maybe we can rekindle what we had. |
The Letter I like to try stuff Working Exhausted, Sleepless Rant What Will Be |