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Greetings!
So. Moomoo has a blog now. Whoo-hoo? 
I highly doubt anyone will ever come & read &/or look at this junk, but what the hey... I'll give it a try.

So yeah, like it says, I write stuff & take pictures sometimes. 
I don't have any pics with me at the moment *is on her aunt's laptop*, but I do have some writings I could throw up here... I guess I'll only do one for now. & since this is my first post, I'll make it a short one. Leave the more intensive stuff for later....  

Alright, so, here's something I've written:  


I don’t know what to do really, I’m a mess. So really, there’s only one thing I can do. I take a quick shower, throw on some clothes, grab my car keys & hit the road. Fifteen minutes later I’m on the third floor of an apartment building, knocking on the door of room 3B.  

Joey swings the door open, congenially “Heeeey!!!”s me, & offers the mandatory knuckle bump greeting. I ignore the gesture & walk into the apartment to make myself at home on his couch. Hands behind my head, elbows out wide, legs crossed & feet on the coffee table. Joey shrugs & pushes the door closed, perching on the edge of the cushion on the opposite side of the couch from me.  

“So,” He says in a mild tone, “What’s up?” The thing about Joey is this; he’s an ignorant & annoying guy who always only wants to party, but he’s real good at noticing when something is wrong. & when he does, he usually tries his best to not be a jackass about it. Actually, he’s a pretty easy guy to talk to when he’s trying to take things seriously.  

I take a deep inhale & let it out in a long, slow sigh & shake my head a bit. Joey sucks his teeth & purses his lips, thinks for a moment. & then he slaps my knee & stands from the couch. “I know what you need, buddy.” He declares before walking towards the kitchen. As he leaves, I grab the remote control from the couch cushion next to me & turn the TV onto a random football game. It’s not even a professional game, I think it’s college football. But it doesn’t really matter, because I’m not even watching it while I stare at the figures running around on the green. The thoughts in my head are louder than the announcers, the memories playing behind my eyes brighter & crisper than the nice 60” HD television screen. But, the distraction is necessary for what’s about to be done.  

Joey walks back into the room, handing me a cold beer. He sits down once again on the opposite end of he couch, his own beer in hand, & looks at the television screen. I put the glass bottle to my lips & take a swig. “So,” Joey says again in the same tone as before. “How’ve you been?” He doesn’t look at me, but keeps his eyes on the TV. I grunt, rub a hand against my face & sigh for the umpteenth time. There’s a long moment of silence, but Joey doesn’t prod. Finally, I decide to answer.  

“Christine broke up with me.” I say dully, glaring at the football game & taking another drink of my beer. In my peripheral vision I see Joey’s head snap in my direction, eyes wide. “Dude, man…” He says, shaking his head. “Man, that’s rough. I’m real sorry to hear that, bro.” He says sincerely, I nod, he turns his attention back to the ball game, I take another drink of beer, there’s another lapse of silence.  

“So,” It seems Joey’s sentences have all been starting with that today, “You doin’ alright?” I repress the urge to laugh & demand of him ‘Does it look like I’m doing alright?!’, but I know that was just his obligatory question to ask. I suppress the urge with a grunt & another swallow of beer & reply in a complete understatement: “It sucks, you know.” Joey nods, as if he really understands. Not that he’s ever had a girlfriend for more than a week or two before. 

“I mean, we were together for four years, you know?” I say, shaking my head. Joey nods understandingly again, still watching the TV screen. I run a hand through my hair, resting my head on the back of the couch to stare at the ceiling. After a moment, I laugh humorlessly. “Did I tell you I bought her a ring last week?” I say, & Joey blanches, nearly choking on his bear. He tears his gaze from the television to look at me. “Like, a ring ring?” He asks incredulously.  

“Yes, Joey, an engagement ring.” I say gruffly, going back once again to glare at the football game still playing on the screen. Except now it’s a commercial for Rogaine. I can see that Joey’s still watching me, though. & he leans forward to look me more in the eye. & he asks me the same question that I’ve been asking myself for the past day & a half. “So, what are you going to do?”  

& I find that the same old answer bubbles from my thoughts & out of my mouth. “I have no idea.”  


So. There you have it. One of the many random little things I write... 
Ha. Let's see what kind of first impression that makes on you. xD 
My... Non-existent follower... >.>  

Anyway, yeah. Seriously, random things like this just come out of nowhere for me sometimes. I was literally just brushing my teeth one morning when this excerpt started playing out in my head... 
I have no idea what the protagonist's name is, I have no idea why Christine broke up with him... 
Seriously, no clue. This scene just played out in my mind & I just had to write it down (after I finished brushing my teeth, of course), but this was all that there was to it...  

So, why don't you expand on it, you ask? (Again, you being my non-existent follower...) 
Well, that would be because... Well, because I may occasionally write things, but I rarely ever finish them. 
Or, really, never. I never finish anything I write. Or, I haven't yet, anyway. Not unless roleplay posts count...  

Anyway (in case you hadn't noticed, I'm a good rambler), that doesn't really matter. 
I'll post my random little writings or the occasional picture if I feel like it, & you, my non-existent follower, will be there to not look at it. =] 
I think we will have a long & fruitful relationship, so long as I remember to get on this website & update it.