Where to begin...

Would be in the beginning, but we don't have all day here, folks. So I will begin somewhere approximately around the now.

For the first time in a long time I am truly happy with myself. If you are looking for an emotastic blog, full of suffering and angst, I am afraid you will have to move on. I am a simple sort, but not simple of the mind. I have spent years of my life wallowing around in the pain and agany of my own creations, and I woke up one day, and told myself that I could continue being a sort of character, a caricature of myself, a cartoon like figure of Betty Boop proportions, swilling wine and smoking cigarettes with tears hesitant at the edge of my eye while all along sporting a cynical grin and a been there done that attitude, or I could find out what this life is really about and what I am really all about.

I am all about me.

Not to be incredibly vain, although you will find, I do have a leaning towards the narcissistic, also a leaning towards the neurotic, but we will get to all of that later. In saying that I am all about me, I mean that I am secure in my knowledge of my self and the world, while never being arrogant enough to think that I know it all. I like simple pleasures. A piece of cheesecake and a smoke will keep smiling for days. I like bad reality television and movies that make me cry. I also like being the center of attention and I really like alchol. In all honesty, I am most likely an alcoholic. But I still drink, because rock bottom came and went and it didn't kill me, but I am learning the word moderation. I am not perfect, but I am good. I have a good heart. I love my friends so hard that sometimes I lose them. I have not yet had the love of my life, but that is probably because I have been too busy sleeping with the wrong boys to find the right one.

I look foward to starting my new job. I look foward to travelling down broken highways with me. I enjoy my own company these days.

And that's now. I have left my past on old journals. Old names and faces that have come and gone, trailed finger tips across my brow, and left me for better or for worse.

But this place will be about me.