Why is it always so SO true what they say about you inheriting traits that you detest in your parents? I loathed the fact that my dad couldn't stay put in one place for too long; I still break out in cold sweat when I see a cardboard moving box, or a Penske moving truck. But now, look at me - halfway across the world in Spain sitting in my room itching for some change. So what do I do to curb my incorrigible craving? Create a new effing blog. Yeah, exciting stuff, eh? Anyway, a friend has told me that at times I act like a libra (horoscope stuff for those of you who are completely lost) because I can't make up my GD mind and so here we are now, back to square one; back to the blogging platform I used when I first started blogging. I guess it's also true what they say - you always want what you can't have. Oy vey. Anyway, love me, love my blog, and love my ever changing mind... please.
And a photo to bribe you to love me: