It’s time to put self deprecation aside and just use this space to write stuff, like I had originally planned to do when I made this thing a year ago. This’ll just be a barrage of nonsensical fiction-y writing from here on in, so expect a lot of that. Uh….I dunno, I’m not here to impress anyone. That’s what you say when you’re pretending you don’t want people to be impressed.

This is just going to be what my old Livejournal was, a repository for all my disjointed stuff. Oh man, guys, remember Livejournal? That place was the bomb. Icons, icons were big! Especially if you had a GIF for an icon. It expressed your personality, and you could have moods and stuff. Although, I bet if I went digging in my old LJ (as we called them in the parlance of the day), I’d find enough cringe to make my face stay that way.

I have a sort of mental image of this blog as a big bundle of letters, Miracle on 34th Street style. They’re not in envelopes, they’re just loose paper. There’s an astronaut merrily tossing the letters into the vacuum of space, heedless of their personal safety. I mean, they don’t even have a tether to the ship, they’re just free-wheeling it out the airlock door with one hand grasping a rail with a puffy space mitten as they fling mittenful after mittenful of paper into space.  The letters float into the void, crisped by passing pieces of sizzling space debris and spinning pointlessly. Maybe they’ll get somewhere? Maybe they’ll just spin forever. Who knows?

Wheeeeeeee!

Kirsten