I'd like to welcome you to my latest exercise in vanity: my very own blog. I've always been a fan of writing, sometimes solely as a way to keep sane. If you know me at all, you know that it's my way of venting, of "getting it out" and breathing my emotions. Since childhood, I've been the girl who won't necessarily say everything she's thinking, but will then hand you a greeting card that will break your heart or make your week. Diaries, letters, notes, random blogs on other sites, whatever--this has been going on since I learned to write. And this will be a collection of all those things, and pictures I like, and links, and whatever I happen to think of and feel the need to share. Now, I've always thought that blogs are pretentious: kind of silly and needy and self-centered--but we as a people are all of those things too, whether or not we readily admit it. So we might as well get out our thoughts somehow, in the hope of making connections with each other. I think that connection, however you go about it, is always a step in the right direction. And this is how I choose to do so.
So I'm inviting you into my psyche--the parts of it I can make sense of and want to broadcast, anyway. This is the only disclaimer you're going to get: It'll be long. It'll be random. It'll be logorrheic. But it WILL be entertaining, and if not, well...no one's forcing you to be here. ;)
Let's do this.
Wordily,
V*
"There are no grades of vanity, there are only grades of ability in concealing it."
--Mark Twain
