Which is the kind of optimism that I can relate to.
Aren't the initial posts of these things typically abysmal? Is it truly akin to the dreaded first sentence rule that applies to all other prose? Must my first offering on this blog be truly striking, making the eyes goggle and mind recoil in order to gain or hold anyone's attention?
If so I'm f*cked. So hello, I guess.
I'll be using my own freshly turned corner of the intarwebs to vent, to keep my family and friends up to date on what I'm doing. (I don't return calls or emails worth a damn - I might as well give this a try.) I'll post rants and pictures periodically. Sometimes I might spew an essay or something. (These will likely be indistinguishable from the rants.)
And so it begins I suppose.
I am so enthused!!! I have always loved talking, hanging out, listening and just basically digging on knowing you! Glad you're family! That makes it all the more comfortable for me to be all those wonderful adjectives as well!
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My Love for you runs deep in the spider web that that holds my heart & soul together.Sometimes the threads are fragile and blowing in the wind,but there are these threads that remain strong.And when the wind settles down these strong threads are there and the mending begins,trying to make a whole web between the two once more.I find you there,always.
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ReplyDeleteMirm- where's your blog honey? I wanna pester you back!!
ReplyDeleteTitus - Miss and love you so much. You need to find an excuse to come and spend a weekend in Austin with me.
Dave - I know you're eager to see the end of mankind but give me a minute to arrange things before you begin to summon the Elder Gods, eh?!
El Bee
Today I can see sunshine on all our faces instead of grief.Big Tom is the only one not back to work.He just got home home last night.I hope he is getting some well needed rest.Did mom tell you about my marble jar?LOL Hey whatever works.Love you lots.Give ManBear&Jules hugs for me.Titus
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