There is this oppressive thought that keeps banging in my brain (that organ that is often abandoned due to the loud interference of my breasts) saying I am not supposed to blog.
“But,” I plead, “I need to blog. I like to blog. All I ever wanted in my whole life was to blog… why can’t I blog?”
“Because,” I answer, “if you blog, you will go to hell. You will spill forth secrets and abandon your work, ignore your children, never do laundry or clean and you will just be a sucky, sucky person.”
Now, the OLD Melia would take that as a really good reason to blog, because the OLD Melia was always on the look out for blog material. OLD Melia would search the Internets for inspiration to resurrect her UnCool Girl series (uh, does two blogs count as a series?) or bitch about life chug-a-lug bleach. That’s OLD Melia. Fun Melia. Melia, uncensored.
But, New Melia is now (sorta) living the dream and while its VERY FUCKING DIFFICULT (ahem) to keep up the pace, Melia really digs the work she does (and, that is super important, right?). She likes that she can work, clean (heh), volunteer at the school and will soon start helping at the women’s shelter. She is looking forward to integrating new therapy times at home for her “special needs” kids. She is happy to help with homework, meal planning, shopping and all of that other stuff that takes her “4 hour workday” and extends it to 18 hours. HAPPY. HAHAHAHAHA! The problem is… New Melia has little time for fun, anymore. Melia manages to blog about not having anything to blog about, which bores Melia to no end. Oh, and Melia is blogging in third person.
Melia needs to get out. Soon.