Okay, that is a bad pun of a title, but this is my first blog. Or rather my diary that no one I know will find. I guess what I am hoping is that someone will read this and know where I am coming from. I have been married almost six years. I live in the same town where I graduated high school. Did move a whole 15 minutes away for college, but somehow, if you don't run far enough, your hometown has a way of sucking you back in. And sucking you down.....
I am blogging because I am at a point in my life where I want to go out on my frickin porch, and scream. Scream to jolt people alert. Scream to feel noticed. Scream just because it isn't the same fucking thing I did yesterday! I just turned 25 this summer, and I've gotten this scared-rabbit feeling that there is no surprises left. That the only excitement that I will get tomorrow is that the stupid "Skillet Sensations" dinner I will cook might turn out better than normal.
I am so frustrated with not knowing what to do that I just need a space to say what I think everyday. I hope this gives me that.
Well, I guess I will do some thinking tonight. I bid you farewell, until tomorrow...
