tap, tap, tap…Is this thing on?

Hmmm, 5 months.

Kinda feels more like 5 minutes.

Then again, 5 minutes can feel like an eternity when life has had a 5 month bout of emotional (or maybe karmic?) diarrhea and you happen to be the shitter it chose.

I don’t even know where to start… or if I should even bother for that matter. I don’t want to start where I left off because so much has transpired it would almost make me feel like I’m trivializing major life events, not to mention the clean up efforts.

To answer the burning question, “Did you vacation in Belleview?” The answer is, no. And to be honest, I’m pretty fucking bitter about that. It should have been me. I should have been committed, me! It wasn’t me, it was a direct relation to me. A very direct relation to me. This really should come as no shock- anyone who knows me personally for any length of time usually ends up in the nut house, prison or a convent.

I do know one thing, I’m sick of not blogging. So for not knowing where to start I guess this is it.

Now if you'll excuse me, Tapout is on and very few things bring me more joy than watching someone get their ass handed to them.