I'm here but will I stay?
That sounds really spoilt and brat-like I know but its not, it’s just my new outlook: I want those leopard pattern peep toe shoes I buy them, I want that short haircut I go to Michaels, I want a blog... you get the picture. Saying that it took me a while to get my little slice of blog pie, I had no idea why I wanted a blog so why should I get one? I didn’t know what I wanted to write about and had no idea why anyone would want to read about me so what was the point? You might notice I’m writing in the past tense here and I really shouldn’t be – all those things still apply!
I don’t know what I want to write about but I know that almost everyday my fingers itch to type about something or other (they don’t want to write my handwriting is atrocious) and whether or not someone wants to read it isn’t the issue, I want to talk so I’m going to yabber away and if you want to listen, pull up a chair and kick off your shoes (I promise not to steal them if I have them already).