Phone booth on Lidgett Park Road, Leeds.
This is the phone booth I would be calling you from right now… [Phone booth on Lidgett Park Road, Leeds. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)]

Awkward… that’s how I would describe this.  Like, forgetting a phone call or text from a friend, and then remembering, but not wanting to respond right away so you avoid it a bit longer, but then it becomes awkward because you’ve dismissed it so long and you’re afraid that your friend will be mad at you so you avoid it even more, and then one day you’re out and you run into said friend…. that’s what this is. Awkward.

I was on a roll for so long, writing about all of the crazy backwardslandness in my life, but now I’m at that impasse in my life when I’m standing on the precipice of figuring it all out,(well some of it anyway) and I don’t want to jinx it with my perpetual absurdness… Yes, as much as I would like to say that it’s actually everyone AROUND me that is perpetually absurd, I fully admit I am responsible for some of the absurdness… not ALL of it though. There are some pretty “backwards” people around you know.

I don’t even know who read this crap anyway… maybe no one, or just you stalkers who like to talk about that crazy girl who likes to rant and argue with herself on that so-called blog of hers, or my friends who want to roll their eyes at me and say, “You know…”.   Or maybe a lot of you do, who knows.  But, the original sole purpose of this blog was for me to write for myself, and maybe along the way, find other people who can bask with me in the perpetual absurdness of life. If not, then it was to be a therapeutic exercise to discover self realization, and that’s what I’m aiming to do here again.  I’m going to write.  Like at least two times a week, maybe just one, but nevertheless, I will write with more regularity so I can continue to “figure it all out” so to speak. If you would like to come along for the ride, I invite you whole-heartedly. Please, come to the table and share in the mutual absurdities of life, we will all be the better because of it. Or just realize we live around some f*cked up people, but hey, that’s entertaining too!

So until next time,


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