Hello, my name is Angela and today...

I realized that I have been so cryptic about some of my problems in my old blogs that when I read them I have no idea what was going on when I wrote them... Amazing...

It kind of feels like when you hide something from yourself and then later realize you hid it so well even you can't find it. Have you ever done that?
Had I not moved into my house I would have never found secret stashes of money, keys to God only knows what, and notes that were hidden all over my old apartment. Things like "Don't forget at 3" and "remember to call" on Post-It notes all over the place. Umm... ok! I'm telling myself that they probably made sense on whatever it was that they originally stuck on, but come on...
I'll be honest though, finding random 20's in pockets of old coats and hidden in books is kinda nice. Until I think of about a hundred times I could have used that twenty bucks... You never find these things when you are broke, I tell ya.

So, back to my point. I don't know what the point of keeping a blog, or journal, or any kind of notes is if a year later even the author has no clue what it means. Note to self: stop being so damned cryptic.

Also, for the sake of adding to the irony, I really thought some of that was literary GENIUS when I wrote it... Seriously... It's the truth... 'Sigh'

I'll try and do better. I want to know what I'm talking about in a year.