WhAt Is A bLoG?

 Everybody and their mothers has been messaging me today about plans for tonight...like who hurt these people? Do they not know it is freezing outside? Stay indoors, read a book.

I think maybe I've been doing too much of that considering I'm drawing a blank as to what is actually been going on...I mean Valentines happened. I spent majority of the day standing outside of a Methadone clinic in the snow handing out Valentines to strangers, not even the cute European tourist who offered me a kiss could make that task even remotely pleasant.

 I then made my day even worse by hanging out with a rapper...not my rapping ex....or the rapper I hung out with to make said rapping ex mad.....a different rapper....as someone who doesn't believe in having a "type" I'm starting to really eat my own words...

(Just kidding...unless Harry Styles becomes a rapper...in that case, yes rappers are my type)

(Say rapper one more time, idiot)

But hey, it wasn't all negative!

As a pre-diagnosed cold hearted asshole, I'm not big on the love....but I fuck with the candy and cupcakes involved...(also, did you know there is now a #love sweetheart? like what kind of 21st century tomfoolery is this? dumb.)

I've come to realize I've now lost all blogging ability...

I simply ramble some words, chuck in a few ill placed and often exaggerated ellipsis, litter it with a few awful pictures I randomly found in the black hole of my iPhone camera and call it a blog.

I've lost my touch.

RIP me.

Whoops.

 I was just scrolling through my photos and noticed that there was another Google + made gif I completely missed! And it was of the lady of the hour! My mother herself had been immortalized in the very thing that baffled her!

 That's all I have.

I'm an awesome blogger.

Look who remembered how to blog.

I'm back (kind of...I lost the .com domain...but I'm told .net is the new fall color, so get onboard)

I have a laundry list of excuses but to save us all the time, they all whittle down to the fact that I have been in a major blue period.

Not blue in the sense of unimaginable sadness, or grieving...simply blue. I've been existing, constantly busy but never fulfilled...lost? or I mean not lost...just simply not found.

I have blamed this constant emotional blur on age for the last 6 years now, I'm hoping one day the bubble finally bursts and I'm complete, but after talking to people many years my senior I doubt that ever truly happens. 

I'm beginning to think we simply muddle through. Some days are filled with more clarity than others, some days our face hurts from smiling and the next it's moistened with tears and we are constantly left questioning what is coming next. 

Now we have reached the part of the post where I remind myself to chill the fuck out and simply throw in a bunch of way past due photos from my trip to New Zealand to counteract all the depth.

Have you ever seen the Youtube video "Annoying?" I have now seen it in real life, starring my equally as annoying younger brothers. 

And on that note, I bid you adieu....

 Oh and to all the lovely people in my life who are wondering why I appeared to gain 43 pounds whilst abroad...Turner's love a good floor picnic, drinking too much wine and ice-cream with every meal.