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There’s nothing I want to write about; could give a damn about anything this minute. Maybe I will the time you read this. But I refuse to delete it once I drop it in. Why because I do that so much that people now wait to make a comment after the post has been hanging up for two days. Really I cannot blame them either. I mean, you work to figure out the perfect comment and go back to place it and the damn post is gone. What’s that about?

It’s about a writer experiencing fear of losing my mind and not being able to get it out before I explode or implode. One makes a bigger mess, I guess.

I have no subject I want to write about so I’m rambling. If you don’t like it go some place else today because this is my moment of zaniness. I’ll come to your blogspot and read your zaniness.

I want to win. I want to win. I want to win. I am fighting with everything I’ve got. I will win. I will win. I will win. I will because I want to win. I was meant to win. I was meant to have a life that I love.

This week I will be designing my new life. Item by item. Step by step. Positive thought by positive thought. Layer upon layer of love.

I grew up alone. I don’t mind living alone. I would like to visit people occasionally. Occasionally someone might like to visit me. Life on life’s terms only happily living my life. You will see. I will write blogs and show photos of my new home. And you’ll say: “Remember when she wrote that strange rambling post about...”