This year I’ll celebrate 3 years of blogging.
I ended 2007 laughing my ass off with Ashanti, both of us playing World of Warcraft and chasing some guy making choo choo train noises at him til he ran away.
I started 2007 in the hospital. I thought that was an omen, and at first it looked that way.
I lost Matthew, the son of my heart. Kat went to Venice and came home. Kat went in the hospital and came home. Kat went back to Venice again and came home again. Kat went back to Venice once again and has ended her tumultuous year in jail.
I became mobile, via my fiery red scooter. I left the Milwaukee hood and all its 13 years of memories to start all over again in this strange city to the north.
I met amazing women. I read some amazing things. I learned some hard lessons. I smoked a lot of weed and too many cigarettes. I stopped taking vicodin. I started blogging at feministe, and I still don’t know why, of all the unbelievably talented voices out there, they chose mine.
And now I’m going to bed. Good night, sweet dreams, and a better year ahead.
*crossposted at superbabymama