I despise my inability to do something with great haste and consistency. And I'm not solely referring to my failure at getting out of bed when the first fearsome beat of Beyonce's 'Run The World' comes to life at 07:00 as an alarm on my phone. No. I am pretty much referring to everyday things that should be done relatively speedily but do me just being me, they take a helluva long time. What I'm trying to say is apologies for my long and inexplicable absence and I cannot promise you that my posts will frequent this sexy page very often, but I will make an effort to try. That sounds rather redundant. Life has been rather dandy-ish since we last conversed, but there have been a number of speed bumps across the way. The road is still bumpy, but I've upgraded to a more suitable automobile so I don't feel the humps as much as I used to (no sexual innuendo there).
What prompted my return was a browse through a blog by some girl I know - I won't mention who she is or left hints . It was a pretty-looking blog. Not the best writing my eyes have ever stumbled upon but a bloody brilliant effort. It was very raw. Very real. She was so honest and she was not trying too hard to be smart, witty or whatever. She laid everything out on the table and I found that quite endearing. It made me want to become a regular reader of her blog. I'd like to do the same with my blog. Enough with the fancy faffing. Getting down to the nitty gritty. While I'd love to reveal all every tidbit of my life on a public forum, it simply isn't exciting enough so I will settle with being honest about my daily 'struggles'.
Capiche.
