I celebrated another birthday last month. A good birthday as they always are but more and more I've been feeling this "age thing" (go ahead, roll the eyes). But it's definitely a women-hormones-kind-of-a-thing. Your EGGS start TALKING to you. Seriously. They make babies look cute and force you to think about things like if you don't meet the one in x years and procreate, well you may end up as a wrinkly spinster eating tuna out of a can. And who knows, maybe I will. Maybe I won't. However my indecisiveness on the subject matter does not keep the eggs from talking. It's rather creepy. Damn you, mother nature.
So what is this hormonal rant all about? No idea. Thought it was about time I did a life post. Sucks that all I have to talk about is, yeah eggs. As you can see I've been struggling with a bit of writer's block. Admitedly the whole interweb sharing process has just become too tedious. I blame Google+ and all the other products that have splintered my experience of the social web. Too many places for me to share *something* about what I'm doing, when I'm doing it, how I'm doing it, who I'm doing it with and what the picture of it looks like filtered with low-fidelity lens. And you know what, the people I'm sharing *that* with may not care so why haven't I put them into a circle. Eep. With all of that, who has time to actually sit down and write in a blog?
Well, I'd like to attempt to return to a regular schedule of random musings. This is a good a start as any I suppose. :)
(lovely birthday cards via the talented tiffchow and kateritzero)
