Welcome back self! Yeah i expect everyone to banish the bravejournal community for myspace, twitter and facebook. I use my blog on myspace, but that's for all of the things that i say out of frustration, yet the other day i wrote something that was sweetly reminiscent of the Cereal Bowl.

I still get cold feet when i'm punching in letters into my posts, not because i'm worried that some un-hugged magnifying glass ant killer, salted snail person is going to say, i just want pople to get in everything that i'm saying, like most people do, they buzz over the words, scanning for words. I haven't cracked my head open over a frying pan in a long time. Sometime i feel like i'm trapped in a soggy carboard box, my emotions circling me, penetrating me. When i finally have enough strength to break it, i see myself wrangling them with words and sentences, as it once was before. I guess that will never end. Fellings and expressions will always have to be written down so they can written off.

I've been mournful recently over the passing of my Dachsund-Terrier, Ehulani. She was 13, i don't even know how to react to something that happened six months ago. I think it's our thing. We've always been the kind of human-dog team that really didn't really rely on words to converse and convey. Maybe it's time to leave this world again. I really don't know what to make of it.

yeh, been outta the loop for a while. ive missed ya, hows everything going for ya whats new?