All the lonely people, here do they all come from? Where do they all belong?
I guess I'm coming back here. I know there's only a few of you floating around still, and that's fine. I just need a place to write to let off steam. I'm going to be setting up a more professional blog -like a real blog type blog. I think my Long-Winded Soapbox sessions are going to end up there. I might pad it with some old entries from here too, ones that I think might still be relevant, or that I might want in the rotation.
I'm rusty, it's real rusty, sitting back down and doing a thing, writing, logging, keeping practice.
I've missed it, ached for it, you know? There's more I need to do, but I'm just kinda coming back to a place where I can just write without having to worry about being watched.
I can't explain it, and my god, this tap-dance is awkward. Oh well. Gotta break the old shoes back in. My song, my dance.
I'm rusty, it's real rusty, sitting back down and doing a thing, writing, logging, keeping practice.
I've missed it, ached for it, you know? There's more I need to do, but I'm just kinda coming back to a place where I can just write without having to worry about being watched.
I can't explain it, and my god, this tap-dance is awkward. Oh well. Gotta break the old shoes back in. My song, my dance.