Looking back at old blog posts, I'm a bit disappointed in myself.
My recent entries seem to be lacking.
Overpopulated with pictures, underpopulated with substance.
I hang my head in shame. I can't promise to rectify this as quickly as I'd like; these things come and go. When I don't have a lot to say, or a lot that I am able to say in a public forum, pictures fill the void and keep people from emailing me and complaining about my failure to update.
I'm making a vow to fix this. Maybe old posts will spark something in my lethargic brain and remind me of why I used to love blogging.
I hope to start ranting again.
And making stupid things monumental.
Talking about fun books,
pretending to be healthy,
poking fun at crazy bitches,
fighting with myself,
watching you watching me,
talking about firsts that include Mick Jagger,
hating Billy Blanks,
and obsessing over small issues.
The old Kris will re-emerge at some point, because frankly the current one is boring me.
I'll find the fun and re-learn my first language of sarcasm, and remember the love of blogging yet again.
Unless I decide to stay boring, become a cat lady, develop an addiction to Pepto Bismol and discover the lost art of Muu-Muu-wearing.
Then I'll have to sacrifice the blog for good.
Stay tuned. This could get ugly.