Abnormal. A life of meaning.

Oh, forgot to tell ya! I got a puppy not too long ago, her name is Graceland, we call her Gracie. She's a black lab, and a major sweetheart with a SERIOUS belly-rub addiction. Enjoy her cutesy-ness! :)

Hello, blogworld! Guess who? Yeahhh, you thought I was gone, huh? Well BOO....now I'm back and you have to listen to me ramble again! Muwahaha... so anyway... Biggest failure lately: I started smoking again. Yeah, I know...I'm an idiot. I quit for over a year and a half--frickin awesome! Then I screwed it all up. On the bright side, I ditched the bad habit that I picked up when I quit smoking. I'm not sure which is worse. Smoking is worse for my health if you ask me, but it's the 'socially acceptable' crutch. At least nobody wants to admit me to the loony bin for lighting up a Marlboro... I've been less than proud of myself these past few months. Maybe I'll find the strength to get myself together again. The gap is back, and I miss the closeness and comfort, the purpose and all that goes with a life lived with meaning. When did I give up hope? When did I decide it wasn't worth my effort anymore? What an idiot! Baby thing? Still there...