neglectnormalcy

I'm back! My job kept me away from the seductive Internet...always staring at me as I typed away at press releases and e-mails that were directed at thoroughly-unworthy and job-related causes. ::::firefox::::: :::::explorer:::::

But now my melodramatic self is back and better than ever (I hope).

I realized June is always the worst month of the year for me. The most bleak. Emotional. Unrelenting. Every June growing up meant a move - leaving behind friends, months spent with my family, etc. That's why I generally dislike summer. And I am completely in love with autumn - to most it means some sort of colorful descent into death - well, fall is my spring. Fall has always been my rebirth. September means a new place, a blank slate, and new people. Even during college. Last June was probably the worst on record due to the worst person in history. This past June zapped most energy out of me, and I continue to recuperate.

Point is, I'm back.