Turns out that blogging is messy.  Who would’ve thunk it?  I guess this is why I was feeling so self-conscious last night?

What I write here is my knee-jerk reaction to my life.  It’s very…raw.  

When I set up my blog a long time ago, way back in the livejournal days, it was my outlet.  I developed a group of friends…we read one another’s blogs, we encouraged one another.  

When I write, I don’t set out to hurt people’s feelings.  I try to temper what I write, but sometimes that doesn’t happen.

Tonight I learned that blogging is messy.  First hand.  And I’m sorry.