I wish I could describe what's going on in my head and my heart. I used to fancy myself a writer, then a painter, then... eh, whatever. I'm just a girl. Struggling to overcome my insecurities in a 'RocknRoll' world. And while I'm over here on the sidelines, struggling away, there's a war happening. Can I help? Will I be of assistance or in the way? I'm dealing with a serious bout of 'streams of consciousness' so bear with me. Or not. Whatever.
I bugs me when people write blogs like a set of instructions but never included themselves in it. They like to point out what's wrong with the whole wide world but they've got it all figured out. They're special. See? I just did it myself. I'm special. Not really. No one, no matter how studied or knowledgeable or intelligent they think the are, has it figured out. Not even a little. And really, thank God. I'm so glad He knows what's going on. Cuz the rest of us just screw things up royally. It's like we're addicted to disaster.
I wanted to write this blog about my trip to Chicago and the whole Britney Spears thing. I sat down with every intention of doing so. But now... I'm just not gonna do it. Not yet. Maybe tomorrow. Yes, you can all be judgmental of me later, there will be ample opportunity. I judge myself enough for the both of us anyway...
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