Cleanliness is next to emotional-stabilitiness.

It has been two long months since my last confession post. Since then I have experienced several life changes, some good and some not so. In times of great changes, I like to do a little bit of emotional cleaning. Alas, I am not referring to sitting down with a trained specialist and tearily confessing my troubles whilst wringing a hankie in my hands. No, to relieve my emotional turmoil I clean my house.

Of course it usually backfires, this 'cleaning.' Case in point:



My method of cleaning has always been to consolidate the mess to a centralized area and then clean the mess from that area. I have come to realize that this method is faulty and can lead to disastrous results, such as the inability to leave one's house as the door is barricaded by piles of books, electronics and such. (And that was just from the living room!)

Of course, after the inevitable clean-up (which is expected to be concluded on such a day that I am expecting visitors) I do look forward to the viscous cycle of experiencing another bout of emotional turmoil where I trash the place again.

Ah, the life of a semi-responsible adult. ;)

This entry filled with poor sentence structures and wordiness has been brought to you by sleep, or lack of it.

Charmed, I'm sure!

If you are reading this blog then you got here one of two ways - the internet faeries plopped you down on my tiny little piece of blogging real estate or I told you to come here. Not that I mind either accessing scenario. I'd like to think that I'm a pretty easy-going gal!

I've broken the rules as far as first posts are concerned. My first post was a placeholder post. Terribly unexciting if you ask me! So I'm going to follow up that lousy post with a better, more informative one. We are going to talk about my favoritest topic in the universe - me.

My name is Misty. My father named me after a rarely heard 1978 Def Leppard demo song titled "Misty Dreamer (Tomorrow Seems Like Yesterday)." I'm a typical Aquarius. When I get up in the morning, the first thing I look at is my horoscope. This strange relationship I have with the stars is as close to a religious experience as I can get. Don't get me started on the fortune cookies.

The purpose of this blog is to leave a public record of my doings for the world to enjoy. And by world, I mean my friends, family, and various co-workers. The content is going to focus primarily on art, writing, and the general musings of a twenty-something pirate princess. Did I mention the adventures? I love me some adventures!

Stick around, guys. I promise a good time and am capable of delivering said promise.