Baby, baby, baby…  Sorry for the break in writing.  I do worry about saying the wrong thing here and don’t want to say something carelessly that could upset you.  But how can I puke my thoughts if I have to filter them first, for then it would no longer puke… It would be recycled, filtered, and sanitized former-vomit, now safe for human consumption.  That, my dear, isn’t the motivation behind this blog.  This blog (to you) is to turn my insides out.  For you, from far-off in a land known as Can-a-duh to us Mer-kuns, hiding out in your 100 year old fortress, to see my thoughts, my brain waives, the inner workings of my machine in motion.  This can not be sanitized or pasteurized, lest it become a lie.  So damn the perception and damn the consequences, my thoughts must flow!

Now YOU are someone who should blog.  You who pensively reuminates on things for sometimes months or longer.  You, who has profundity in her thoughts, but often shares less.  It’s YOU who’s blog I would read daily with appetite.  Show me your mind, for I have already seen the rest.