The beginning of the end

Now for the first blog of my new site to post blogs upon. I once used this site a long time ago. When it was E-Blogger. rofl. That's been a while back. I'll be hoping to stick to this site a lot more being that I know people aren't going to be spying in and blasting me with random ads for whatever. I'm moving on from Myspace blogging because there...I felt like I was being withheld from truly speaking out; so now i'm going to start speaking some more from here. I'm going to start the blabbing of all emotional and physical or whatever else from here on. Most blogs you know you read are family orientated or it's some striving person trying to seek out that whatever they're looking for. Meh, Not me. I'm just the person who finds a outlet in blogging and thus...why I'm here. I've spent too much time not blogging anymore. I've been doing the suffer in silence kinda stuff for a while. Well, really not much in silence, I've been good about talking to Lauren about stuff. I have seen her to be my outlet and my venting buddy for a long time now and wouldn't trade her for all the mad loots of the world.

Most my time I've noticed from Monday mornings till Friday evenings I dedicate myself to this pit apartment complex I work at then find myself in between being I work with my family to blanace time with them because ...honestly..after a long day of putting up with tenants bitching and moaning and then to come to the office and hear of their drama and life filled problems, Why would I pick up the phone to call when I now 9 out of 10 times that we will wind up talking about this place. I just don't see the need in it.

I try to put work down when I walk up my stairs and close my door behind me. But, seems that it follows me through the door as if it is some supernatural specter. arg!!!!!!!!..

I find it funny though that what I think about how things should be but aren't and won't be because the course plan of action I would use to direct this chaotic spread in the direction I would want it to go would require a time machine..Heh, I wonder if I can find a old delorean for sale and become the crazy space time guy.."Safety is not guaranteed"..lol.

Maybe by finding myself a outlet now here on blogger I'll be more apt to come out and post the randomness that which is me..yippie.

There'll be more to come. I assure you this.