Is it wrong to sometimes think you are the best person in the entire world? But then the very next second to think you are lower than the dirtiest scum on earth and you deserve everything bad that is/has/will be coming to you? I know some people might call this manic depression. But I like to call it normalcy. For example, some mornings I wake up with the sun shining on my face and I get a Jesus complex. How could I not become the leader of a modern day religion?, I think, ready to face whatever the world may have in store for me. But then I look down at my body and see that I do not have a penis. This bothers me. If I am the best person in the world, highest and mightiest of them all, shouldn't I be equipped with BOTH types of genitalia? To be able to carry out ALL the amazing things this world has to offer both the fairer and un-fairer sexes? This makes me angry and sullen, plus it makes me think that the best person in the entire world then must be, by logical reasoning and brain processing, Jamie Lee Curtis, so therefore I think I am the lowliest and dirtiest person on earth, and hence the cycle of normality and sudden up and down mood changes that is my life. Haven't you missed me?

So sometimes I'm a late bloomer. Sometimes I let things slide for like...almost a year. WE ALL KNOW SOMETIMES I FORGET TO PAY BILLS! But I always gets back to my roots. Plus I am not a teacher anymore! I don't even currently have a serious job! I have TIME to SPARE! This is a first. And you would think it would be the answer to my every wish. Instead, I find myself...joining Facebook. Blogging. Tearing wafer cookies apart layer by layer in order to examine their insides a la the game Operation but without a human patient. Changing my clothes upwards of 3 times a day. Still not showering regularly. And blogging. So yes all 2 faithful readers, I am back in the blogging world. And don't be surprised if I post as often as I change my clothes. Lest I curl up in fetal position and die of boredom. Peace to the Middle East. Yo momma. Word to your mother.
And all those other gems of the 90s decade...I am back.