and she starts over...

I stress myself out. Over dumb stuff. Like this blog. I always find myself thinking about something and then the conversation with myself goes something like this, "Man, if I blogged, I would totally blog about this. Wait, I have a blog. That I haven't updated in almost a year. That blog sucks. I wrote about dumb stuff, and it's connected to a stupid email address. Plus it has our real names, there are some creepy people out there. I should start a new blog. But what would I call it? I have nothing to write about. But I could write all kinds of witty things...if I was witty. I have a feeling people laugh at me for reasons other than they think I'm funny..." And that goes on for a while as I sit by myself for 8 hours a day at work. So today I finally convince myself I am going to start a new blog. I try to convince myself to just update the old blog, but I have this irrational need for everything to flow from beginning to end perfectly and the year gaps in writing just didn't work for me.

So I decide I'll keep the old blog because I like the address but I'll delete the old posts and change the email address it's connected to(because almost-25-year-old me judges 15-year-old me for such a lame email address). But apparently even though blogger is a google service, it doesn't like when people try to change their emails to a gmail address. So in the midst of my everything-needs-to-be-perfect "crisis", I end up deleting my entire google account which means my blog is still there but I have no way to log in to do anything about it... I love you Google, I really do, but if you take the time to make a page for me to request to have my account restored, maybe you could take the time to actually do it... Just a thought. Anyway, to make a long story, well, long, luckily my wonderful husband still has access to the blog so we can put a post up and cancel it at some point and here I am with a new blog that I think I'm happy with, along with 2 other accounts with blogs attached because I couldn't make up my mind. Rational-me is still trying to tell neurotic-me that soon the old half-way disappeared blog will be gone and everyone that reads my blog (so... me) will find me again!

If you made it this far... I love you too. Because I know it's only out of love that someone would, or could, read all that insanity! And here's some cuteness as a reward... Ü

I really love her.