Being a slacker

My post title is directly aimed at myself. Im a total slacker!
Im like "yeah, I'll write a post when I .... *SNORE*
it just never happened, and it eventually got to the point where I stopped feeling bad about for leaving it too late. Usually when Im being terrible at honoring this bloggular commitment, I get really guilty, and every time I'm on facebook or checking my emails... this little voice in the back of my head nags at me - like an old woman.
And old people usually make me feel bad (the REALLY old ones, not the semi old ones), so its generally an effective strategy.

But not this time! This time I didn't even write about my birthday - every year since I started this blog, I've written about it. I fret about if the weather will hold out on the day, or wether or not the plans I made will fall through. I fret that everyone will forget, or that I'll die, or something ... incredibly irrational.
But this birthday went... mainly smoothly. No wild parties - Im too much of a GOOD girl (that, and work dominates my life).

You know, actually, thinking about it now. I always get stupid irrational fears. Its like the ones that everyone gets - if open the blinds at night some half dead deranged person will be peering through to eat your face. Or that when I get in the car at night, there will be that same half dead deranged person sitting in the back seat... waiting for the opportunity to get my delicious face.... he will eat it slowly, savoring it..... Should he eat the nose first? or maybe, the eyes. Yes, yes... the eyes... maybe with some BBQ sauce......

Anyway, In conclusion, I apologize for my general lack of writing. I would like to say "I promise I'l keep up and write at least one post a week" but yeaaaaaaah nah, I'll try but it probably wont happen.


Although IT IS THE SEASON TO BE JOLLY. I'll be writing about christmas, I imagine.