ok, so its not what, 10 minutes since my first and last blog? I think I got a little excited at the thought that the world can read the flow of my mind, through so little effort from me. All I have to do is think and type. Well By golly, I can do that. I have slacked quite a bit lately on my writings...poems, thoughts, what have you. When really, I have so much to say. So much has been adrift in my mind and all that dead space in my stomach..maybe its a soul, who knows. You can imagine that when one actually finds happiness in ones life, that one may have somethings to share with the world. Perhaps a shout from the tallest rooftop "IM FREAKING HAPPY!!!, Dont Screw It Up For Me!" It seems inevitable that when one is lucky enough to have a tumbleweed of happiness roll by, there is always some sort of sharp spur waiting to step on you not far down the path(what the heck kind of metaphor was THAT?) I have such a spur about to step on my head. My mother doesnt know about my love interest. Mother doesnt know her daughter has explored new parts of life with him. Mother doesn't know that when her daughter disapears for days, shes with him. And mother certainly doesnt know that he's not 'worthy' in her eyes.Already the thought of telling her all of this is like the spur slowly digging into the top of my head...once I do, that darn thing will shoot right through my brain, scattering my grey matter with icky gross squirting sounds. Man, im a little morbid this evening. Enough of that, back to this issue of being happy! My baby is a sweetheart, my baby is a flower, my baby takes me over the top, my baby has all the power. Theres my cheesiest perhaps closest Petrachean poem I will ever write. And you saw it here you lucky readers, on my first bleaming blog! Kara has left the building..gone off on a new and exciting adventure to The Show's house, If only I had a car, I could flee this stinky cdn motor city, and do something with myself. Ive always wished I had the will and courage to just pick up and leave to go somewhere....anywhere. You hear about all of these people who travel Europe with 50 bucks in their pocket and nothing but the bag on their backs. THATS what I want to do. Im already poor, so that wont be an issue, and I have a pillow, passport, and some sort of free spirit in me....it could happen. My feet are cold. 100% wool socks my ass. I suppose Ill stop writing now..though I know as soon as I leave my computer, Ill just want to come back and write more. BUt NO!, I will resist! i think some hot chocolate is in order....yes, it definately is.