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but whenever monday comes…

I know no one is here, it’s just me and my blog again. I think I’ve always liked it that way, when it was just me and a tiny pixelated journal. I’m sure one of these days, someone will stumble across this all again and read it. But if I weren’t crying for attention in some fashion, I really wouldn’t have started writing on the internet, now would I?

I’ve been wanting to start blogging again for a long while, but I keep putting it off. I’ll do it tomorrow, or the first of the month, January 1st… next Monday for sure.

I’ve decided that I just need to write and to write for myself. So, don’t expect it to be good. Just expect a word count. (127 so far, bitches.)

That’s right, fuckers. I’m back.