I think I want to start blogging again, but I'm unsure. I'm unsure of what I will blog about. I'm unsure if I need a new blog or should I just start up where I left on the old one. I'm unsure of whether I want everyone and their second cousins reading my opinions on really important things like the upcoming election, the rise and fall of the stock market the moral unrest of America and what Jen and Ben and Gwen and Gavin are going to name their second babies.
Since I am starting this I should let all know that I live in the ghetto. Not the kind Jewish people were forced to live at by Nazi's, but the kind where you apartment gets sprayed for cockroaches then bombed for cockroaches and then sprayed again. I don't like living in the ghetto. I really don't like paying to live in the ghetto. I also am not a fan of living with my dishes on my countertops and my food in bins on my floor.
It's 11:03. I'm setting a little goal of being in bed with contacts out and book in hand by 11:12. It's good to set goals for yourself even if they seem small and pointless such as a bedtime. I'm sure this will make me a better person somehow in the long run.
Peace to your mom.
The fireworks picture is to balance out the disgustingness of the cockroach picture. Nasty.