There's Something Here....

Hello blog, longtime no see. Let's agree now that I am a terrible blogger and I have left you here languishing in limbo for the better part of a decade. Poor sad, lonely blog. I can relate to that, and the languishing in limbo for a better part of a decade. Sorry blog. Facebook has been my only friend, but it doesn't provide me with half as much rant, vent, poetic rambling opportunities as you do. Plus anyone who happens by you in your current state, either stumbled here when they took a wrong turn on the search engine of the interwebs or they are someone who actually knows me and is here because I waved the link to you on Facebook. So with a healthy degree of hesitation and trepidation and as self conscious as you and I may be, this is very much my "Help me Obi-wan Blog-nobi, you're my only hope" moment. Time will tell if it helps or I get inundated with trolls and shut the whole operation down. Either way, thanks for lingering on the back burner for so long blog. I am surprised Google still kept you on life support so long.
So welcome to anyone that has made it thus far. This is my blog. I called it Life, the Universe and the Melancholic quite awhile ago, but then I didn't know what to do with it. I unpublished 90 or so posts about weight loss and pregnancy stuff, because some of it is irrelevant to my current circumstances and frankly most was cringe worthy fluff. Though the Farewell Terry Pratchett post was okay. A thanks for all the books moment. Nope, not re-publishing that, sorry Mr Pratchett, I am sure you're having a great time on the Discworld somewhere. Probably in the library. Or on an adventure with Rincewind or having a curry with Death. Anyway, I digress. My Instagram account takes the same name as my blog, if you are interested in random photos of my life. I am sure there is a link somewhere here, maybe click on the picture of my hand that says "Find Your Peace", I think that takes you to my Instagram page. I am still trying to get the hang of all this so if it doesn't work send me a message and I'll get the monkeys on to it (the monkeys are just me), and they will attempt to fix it.
Okay, if you got this far, you're really committed and blog and I are silently screaming and wetting our pants, because we have no idea where to take this. We both know I am an over sharer, so this could get awkward and messy. I may inadvertently offend or perhaps make you laugh, either way you won't die reading my blog, unless you die laughing, but you would die happy, so all is good with the world right?

And so it begins...

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Life, the Universe and the Melancholic

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