Inspiration

I'm an inspired girl. It's partially the lack of snow and the fact that I'm stuck inside with nothing to do but write. I love to write. I have things to say. They may be wise, they may be drunk, they may ingorant but I have words in my head that want to see the world.

[i'm reminded by a music video by Death Cab For Cutie... the music notes traveling the country, some dying, some making it to the destination]

Go on a trip with me (that's what Heater and I always say when we are trying to show a point, most people call it a 'parable' or something, we just call it a trip...)

ab-er-rant adjective
1. Departing from an accepting standard
2. Diverging from the normal type

Once upon a time I had to create a username for AOL (my very first account as an adult, long story) this being circa 2003. AOL stated that you should not use the dictionary to create your usename. I never understood this but I went against the norm and did it. I found the word aberrant. I liked what it meant. So I created a nickname, a femanized, basterdized, nickname from that word and I liked it's description because it was ME. Abberatia was born. Let's just pretend it was April, 5, 2003. (Yes, my birthday is April 5, 1979)

I've had a blog on Livejournal since 2003 but I've always used it as more or less my outlet. My place to have a diary that wouldn't get wet, or burned, or full, or read by anyone I didn't give permission. My father always told me that if I didn't want someone to know something I should never write it down.

It bit me in the ass because there was a lot about my life I never wrote because I was scared about who would read it. There were times that were quite tumultuous in my life that I never mentioned because it wasn't exaclty OK with everyone around me. Regardless, I would write my little heart out. I would say what was on my mind when I felt it was ok. I would write the optomistic sweet sincere genuine posts that would never hurt anyone's feelings but would get the point accross. I did it for the "Future Me". I wrote them so the Me that I am now would understand the Me I was then.

Those days are slowly passing. I'm getting to the point in my life where I need more organization. I'm getting to the points where all my "ducks" are in a row. I'm in a great relationship, my 8 year old (or so) dog has finally learned to roll over, I have a fun job and I really like the new over the door shoe rack I just bought from the Container Store.

I'm old enough to not care who reads it, mainly because, you never know, there may be some kid out there who just hit 26 and really could use a laugh, or some advice or maybe just a distraction. I would absolutely love to be that distraction!

So, here I am. A 31 year old female, sitting on the couch with a laptop watching my boyfriend and my dog, Mr. Stanton and his best friend Bear hanging out talking about life while we go to the bar. Toby, Aka Tobes, Tobykins, etc. just sits on the couch with Boyfriend and takes it.

Yeah, there is a lot in my life involved with the dog and the boyfriend and the friends of the boyfriend, and even the friends of the dog.

Prepare yourself. There will be deep thoughts. There will photos. There will be drawings. There will insights into my life and insights into the lives of my best firends. I've made a lot of "best friends" along the way, some of them are frends of my dog, some are friends of my job, and some of them are friends of Boyfriend.

Yeah, I'm a lucky gal. And I have a lucky life.

-happy in this place