word vomit

ok ok. that last post was a much needed release, but i feel better today.

and speaking of word vomit-

last night, as i was falling asleep, i was thinking about the importance of writing. i most definately do not consider myself a writer. every time i post something on this blog i imagine my sister, ariane, cringing at every grammar and syntax error. i read other peoples' blogs and i find myself quietly judging, but who cares.

meredith (my dearest friend) once told me that i write like a speak. with this blog and the inspiration of others, i hope i can find a way to piece it all together in a beautiful word collage. right now it's word splatter, but at least it's there.

my bitterness yesterday drove me up the whitepass road a bit. i felt like listening to the blues on the local public radio station, and i pulled over as soon as the station lost signal. i felt better with this view...