Dear Diary, Today I took one look at you and thought, DIE! DIE! DIE YOU PIECE OF SHIT! Love, Mona

Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhgoddammit.

I know you all know what I’m talking about when I say...

i hate my fucking blog
i don’t know why i do it
where the hell did my mojo go

GGGGGAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGHH.

(Whew, that was actually cleansing. Not so much in a Kenny-Loggins-met-his-second-wife-when-she-gave-him-a-colonic sort of way. More like a deep inhale on someone’s nasty-ass cigarette after too many pints of Guinness at the Irish Pub.)

It's a stage, of course, we all go through bouts of hating and loving our blogs, wanting to kiss it then punch it in the face til it spits all its teeth out.

I'm lookin' for something'. A redesign. A focus (YES! An actual FOCUS! Not just a schizo mommy/sexy/schoolboard/workerbee/wife thing I can’t even describe.). Audio posts? Boobie shots? Poetry Friday?

Fuck me, I have no clue.

What I do know is this: my wish to let this blog be a creative outlet has not materialized. I’ve gotten lazy, or complacent, I’m too afraid to step out there with an opinion on something, too chicken-shit to be political, too afraid of stepping on toes to challenge an idea. Too safe.

Wah! Wah! Watch Mona cry! Watch Mona eat a pint of Chunky Monkey ice cream with a bag of M&Ms dumped into it. See her watch “The Color Purple” just so she can bawl her eyes out at the end. See the sideshow, folks, only fiddy cent!

Whatevah. I'm so over it.

And I sooo need a drink, y’all.

Impeach Bush!
Keep Abortion Legal!
Jesus Was A Liberal Jew!