Halfway up the stairs is a stair where I sit. There isn't any other stair quite like it. It's not at the bottom, it's not at the top. But this is the stair where I always stop. Halfway up the stairs isn't up and isn't down. It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town. And all sorts of funny thoughts run round my head. It isn't really anywhere, it's somewhere else instead. -A.A. Milne
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Long time, no see
I know that it has been awhile since I last blogged. How is it that in winter, when we all seem to have less to do, that we write less often? Or is it that the novelty of blogger was a passing phase to sometimes hold our attention? Maybe we have writers block and we can't think of anything profound or important enough to write down. Does it really matter? This blogger is really for my own enjoyment anyways, if I want to say that I love mexican food and that offends or bores or entices someone, then so what? Either way, I will say what I want and enjoy myself doing it. Yeah, I do like mexican food, so there.
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3 comments:
Mexican food? I'm so offended...
Ya, laura you should have know better, kyle is mexican, Now who is quero?....you, thats who.
Welcome back. Writer's block sucks.
MJ
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