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Revamp!

So I woke up this morning...my friend passed out on the floor and my other friend next to me in bed. It must have been a good night. And that, it was! (dont think dirty! it wasnt like that!) But not only was it a good night, but the fact that I went to bed at 430am....Here I am WIDE awake on a Saturday morning. All I can think about is blogging. Im a little disappointed in myself. My last month of blogging wasnt what I normally do. I wasnt writing like I usually do. None of my blogs have been funny or witty or desperately sad or truly full of drama. They have just been....normal? Is this what my life has come to? BORING? Is this what life is like after depression? You just become normal? I dont know. Im at a lose for words. I dont know how to answer this question. Does anyone? OK, so you want the truth? Nah, Im not ready and neither will anyone else... Why you ask? Because what I have to say is shocking. Well then whats the point in blogging? There isnt really. Just the satisfaction of putting my words out there into the universe. Have I gone crazy? Probably. Could I be still slightly intoxicated? Quite Possibly. Do I care? Probably not as much as I should. Is this a problem...ONLY WHEN YOU DRINK ALONE! LOL LOL LOL....OK, so starting now (next blog) I am not going to censor myself at all. Im just going to write. Curse words and all ( i dont normally curse, but if chelsea handler can do it, so can I!) *damnit* SEE! uuuh in your face! (to any family members that are reading this, Im sorry. bare with me here.) Trying something new always has its downfalls, hopefully...this wont be one.


Side note:
Im pretty sure Im going to go back to sleep and when i eventually wake up...check this and regret writing this...Lack of sleep leads to ridiculous blogging.


FYI

Verb

revamp (third-person singular simple present revamps, present participle revamping, simple past and past participle revamped)
(transitive) To renovate, revise, improve or renew; to patch.


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