Fresh sheet of ice;

I don’t even want to look when I last posted here. I know in the end I really started to phone it in and I am incredibly sorry. But I want to get back at it. I’ve had the itch in my fingers lately and the fire to write again.

It’s a wonderful feeling that almost has me buzzed.

Where did I go? I fell off the grid and on top of that decided to move and press the reset button on my life. I needed something new and to do things for myself so I moved out of Spokane in a bit of a hurry and got back into school. I know, I’m still at it. I still feel awful sometimes when I think about it. But I remember in the process I have taken various breaks so I am theoretically right on track. Also, the idea of graduating into this job market terrifies me. Moving on. I did a lot of self-reflection and all that sort of new age wank about mental assessment after I did move. It was a huge learning process. I left for a variety of reasons which basically boil down to: my heart got shattered beyond comprehension and I ran. It’s okay. It was productive. I threw myself into education. I didn’t end up on a fishing boat in Alaska. Oh yeah, I was looking into that. Seriously.

Circling back though. I miss doing this. I know I burned myself out on it last time but I want to come back because the people were outstanding. Seriously, you’re all aces in my books. I know we’ve drifted apart and all that. I will take the blame on that one.  I was busy being selfish and existing on my own metaphorical ice floe alone. And uhm, it started to get to me.

Let’s do this again, alright? This is my Rosie the Riveter, I CAN DO IT pep talk to myself. But it’s not. Because the most wonderful thing about my time writing in this outlet was when people would talk back. I have like the voice of Kanye West in my head telling me to be awesome and excellent. And I think to myself, “yes you should, you were great.” I have this little ball of something that is bursting and exploding on a keyboard seems like a good idea. No, that wasn’t a jerk off joke.

I know a lot of you have moved on, closed up shop or something like that. But hey, there’s lots of newbies. I’ve seen y’all on twitter.

So, hello darlings. Missed you. Pretend I said that seductively.

Onward:

• Uhhhh can someone help me make a site/get the fuck out of wordpress? I kinda want a fresh start. I welcome ideas and suggestions.
• Accepting petty cash donations for Center Ice and/or nail polish.
• I will write about how the Leafs trading Luke Schenn wrecked me.