I’m really wondering why I started this blog. Funny, I know. I haven’t even had the thing 24 hours. That is just how I am. Always questioning and second guessing everything I do! It makes me crazy and is probably why I am so unhappy sometimes.

I don’t know that I will ever share this with anyone but I suppose it is less wasteful than using a “real” journal to work through some of my thoughts. I just have to decide exactly how much to share. I read plenty of other blogs that they share every tiny detail and I myself have that same tendency to over-share.

 I like being as anonymous as I want. So I guess we will see. I was also thinking of displaying some of my craft projects on here as well. If I don’t worry about them being crap. I know that I will have sentence fragments and crazy paragraphs but as long as it doesn’t get too bad I am not even going to worry about it.

I just don’t think that this blog will ever be just one kind of blog. I read some great blogs that are anything from infertile women trying to have a family, to personal (and often hilarious) opinions on everything under the sun. I don’t expect hundreds of loyal readers because what is really all that interesting about me? I am a slightly depressed, kind of lazy and definitely unmotivated single mom that lives in a (mostly) don’t ask, don’t REALLY want to know environment.

Just for future reference yes I am a lesbian. Although you would think I am a gay man with my past dating record. Lot of gay or bi men on my road to realizing I am not bisexual. I was just too lazy to get and stay out of bad relationships with men long enough to really examine what exactly I am looking for. Not to mention the whole other mess of dealing with their issues (sexual and otherwise). But I will try really hard not to out any of them here. What they do is their business and who they want to know they will tell.

I am going to make an effort to try not to go over and over the same things but I can’t guarantee that I wont repeat some things. I have to beat some things to death a few times to work through them. I’m special like that.