Get your hoes outta here, pimp daddy, this is MY land!

I've yet to share the link to this blog with anybody.  Why?  Well...I'm not sure.  I like the anonymity of it at the moment.  It feels like my own secret garden, my own savage garden.  I can grow daffodils and buttercups or I can grow deadly nightshade and poison oak.  I can bring this whole place to life with just my imagination and the tops of my fingers.  It's almost like magic, my own kind of magic.  And it's all mine for now.  Mine, mine, mine.

Of course a month from now once I have shared it I'll probably come back and read this and be like, "Oh, silly girl!  Magic!  Pah!  It's just a blog, get over yourself, sheesh!"  :]  Heh...I know.  But I'll indulge in my fantasies while I can, kay?

Since this is all just me by my lonesome talking to the wind, I can feel free to say anything I want.  It's so freeing!  I can talk about how much I really loathe being around my mom, about how often all I can think about is how much better the world would be without me, about how I really really like dorky computer games and steampunk fiction.  I can talk about how my friend B isn't really a friend at all and how my dad is my sole reason for existing, at the moment.  I can talk about things like how I like to smoke weed...how I REALLY like to smoke weed...and how I think that a lot of people with eating disorders would benefit from a little natural healing. 

In short, I can talk about ANY DAMN THING that I want to!

But I'm just going to talk about a few things that make me happy, for now.

 Yogurt messes with peanut flour and pretzels and fresh blackberries

 Homemade coffee cake

 Craisin apricot balls

 More yogurt messes with cottage cheese and berries and kiwi

And, of course, my all time favorite creamy dairy product, pudding!  Caramel pudding with pumpkin and cranberries and cinnamon? You just made my night.

Getting the last of my truffles done for the holiday season also cheers me up quite a bit.  GOD, that was a lot more hassle than I thought it would be.  Next year I'm sticking to cookies.

Are the best things in life free?  That phrase just popped into my head and has got me thinking.  Hmph.  [insert heavy silence loaded with philosophical cognition here]  I'm going to say...no.  Everything has a price, be it monetary or of another sort.  Even love.  Love costs time and caring and effort on both ends, (unless you believe in that whole unconditional/unearned God love stuff.)  

Whatevs.  See, normally I wouldn't put that random little thought blurb in here because I'd deem it too unrelated and seemingly contrived to provoke thinking and shit, but like I said before...MY GARDEN.  

Now!  Off to dorkland for more adventure game thrills!