Breaking the Saddle...(for the umpteenth time that is)

Another year, another blog. Bring on the onslaught of rantings from the complexities of the mind of a madwoman. As always, this will again stand testament to the fact that as I grow older, I become more immature, naive, impractical, and foolish compared to the level I found myself in when I was thirteen. I'm going senile and I'm only twenty-one. What a loser.

Intros.

I'm a refugee from another blogsite. They kicked me out...locked me out of my page...all my previous works, which I poured every possible body liquid onto (drool, spit, whathaveyou), went *poof*...and now I have to start from scratch. (Although...some of it survived. I shall be posting them soon.)

I'm not complaining. It's a good thing actually. There was a temporary period of insanity mid last year, and I've gained some of that sanity back. Took a few slappings and attempted drownings on myself to shake it off, but it's under control. I'm heftily medicated, and I don't do spontaneous beheadings of innocent passer-bys anymore.

We shall see. Oh, yes...we shall see.