reach out and touch faith..

if you cant think of a title, just write what you hear... and if you don't have anything to "blog" about ...fucking fake it!!  so that's what I'm doing... I'm in the middle of my chores for the day but i sat down to plug in my ipod and i sat here... in front of the computer... where my blog is... and now I'm writing...or typing if you prefer... nothing is on my mind... and nothing needs bitching about...




i used to not censor myself or my thoughts... it didn't matter how obscene or just plain wrong it was... if i thought it i thought it... and if i talked about it ...well i talked about it... i would like to be that person again... i want to be me all the way... well, with certain limits on vocabulary around the kids...heh heh.. not unlike a certain someone, i feel i have lost pieces of me along the road... however, it was me who lost them.. not anyone else... like maybe i would be happier if i were more chipper.. or maybe people would like me more if i acted more "blond" well i don't feel that way anymore.. people (the ones that count) like me for who and what i am... sick bastard or no.. I'll get there again.. it'll be simple to let my sense of humor wander back over to the dark side where it belongs... it never really left.. i just put a muzzle on it i think.. i like laughing at robot chicken and not just looking at it in disgust.. i like metelocalypse with all the blood and guts... and i love horror movies, books, whatever.. i love gore.. i love the escape.. and its ok that not everyone prefers it.. i may be weird but I'm super smart and people like me anyway... some even dare to love me... short one today...