And They Said It Wouldn't Last..

Hello.
It is six months today since I first published a blog. Happy Anniversary, dear reader. I am glad we can share today as we have shared our days for the past half-year – with you saying absolutely nothing. If only my other relationships could be so one-sided.
Looking back at my first few postings, I realise a couple of things. Back then, I sounded pretty down and defeated, which is a reminder of how bad things were while mum was still in the house. I also LIED TO YOU in our early days.. What was all that crap about ‘running ten miles every morning?’ Lying bastard. The only way I’d run in the morning is if you were legging it out of the door with my bacon sarnie.
At least, if nothing else, I have learnt to be truthful and honest.
I’m glad this blog hasn’t become one of those awful, self-indulgent wankfests that many bloggers (probably students) bore us with. I’m equally glad I have resisted the urge to use it as a diary – putting down my thoughts, fears and feelings like some hormonal teenage anorexic with a life about as interesting as a slug. That would be a great read, by the way – The Glorious Blog Of Elspeth The Slug:
“Woke up. Stretched. Ate lettuce. Had some bastard twelve year old tip salt on my tail. Went back to bed.”
Actually, that’s better than most of my posts...
Oh well – on into Month Seven…

RC 10-9-08
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