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   Ok, I’m doing it.  After years of agonizing over this decision, I am finally making the transition from Xanga to WordPress.  And I want you to know that this is shattering my heart into a million, tiny pieces.

   my gosh, this is so sad.

Let’s try this again.

Hi. My name is Jessica.  I am a blogger.  I used to be a blogger.  I’m determined to be a part of the blogging world again.

I really miss blogging.  Like, really really.  Xanga was a safe haven to me for many years, but it’s just not what it used to be anymore.  So, I figure I’ll pick up where I left off.  No, that’s not quite it…when I was on Xanga, I was a person who was trying to be whole and yet still coming up hopelessly broken every time.  I want to be more whole.  I want to pick up better than where I left off.  That sounds about right.

A little bit about me: I am twenty-two years old.  Jesus is my Savior and my everything. Nine months ago today I married my best friend, and he is the love of my love.  I can’t even imagine what my future would look like now if he had never walked in to my present.  We have one child – her name is Sparkle, and she is a ten year old calico princess.  I am a full-time employee, part-time student, and part-time photographer.  Working on turning that last part into full-time.  I’m also a musician, writer, and a ninja by night.  I love life, I love my family, and I love my friends.

Chocolate is my Kryptonite.

I could go on forever, but due to my incredibly flighty nature, I always have a terrible fear of creating yet another tragic little corner of the internet with one incredibly long initial post and then absolutely nothing ever written after that.  Ever.

My philosophy is: The shorter the moment, the less I have to worry about committing.

[This may also be why I always sprint past those sample stands in the supermarket…sure, I could stop to try one of the mini hot dogs so I don’t have to feel bad for ignoring the poor girl behind the stand, but then I might hurt her feelings when I start gagging because I hate hot dogs.  If I just pretend that I don’t see her (which is absurd, because she’s literally two feet in front of me), then I don’t have to commit to trying the nasty things.]

If you thought all of THAT was great, stay tuned for much more literary awesomeness to come.

Imma sprinkle you with fairy dust, and such. Maybe.