Life's vicious cycle. These ridiculous, repetitious drives. My thoughts haunt me. My thoughts mock me.
Sometimes I feel like this could be all just one big joke.
In the end, all there could be is just a big, "Just Kidding!"
It's two in the morning and I've been ordered off of any strenuous wrist activity since I was sent to the ER to have my arms looked at after my boyfriend's pit bull pulled me three miles down the park behind our house.
But, I'm starting a blog. An activity that would probably require me much more time spent than I already do and have.
You see...
I'm a stubborn little thing. Quite a rebel in my own pretty pathetic way. Always full of good intentions but really, really, never know when or when to stop.
Actually, tell me it's not good and the more I'll want to do it.
I'm writing this to make myself useful. full of purpose.
To put my stubborn antics into good use. The kind that humanity can appreciate.
Good night,
Mira
P.S.
Rocco is pictured above. The only dog capable of ever breaking both my wrists and still have me melt when he cuddles in for a kiss.
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