poo

This is about my 8th blog attempt. I've been sitting here for the past hour trying to write. I come up with a paragraph, it gets erased. I start writing something that comes to mind in hopes it will work, I erase it. I call my brother thinking it will clear my mind, but at the end of the conversation I still don't have the guts to say what I called him to say.

I'm lonely. I'm hormonal. It's Friday night and I'm under a quilt with an empty pint of Ben and Jerry's beside me.

There. I said it. There's my blog.

I don't even have pictures to post. Blah.