Welcome to Wonderland.

My blog has just been basically put together and the entire time i was listening to Adele shout about finding "someone like you..", but let's be realistic, there is no one like the person she is singing about...because if we are being honest there never really is. In my entire life i have had one real reltaionship though it was drastically flawed and not entirely fullfilling i'd have to say that when i listen to that song, which i do quite frequently, i think of him, his name was Kevin, is Kevin(just because he is not 'my Kevin' any more dosen't mean he no longer exists) and Adele knows........
Love is of conesquence i think.....imagine the conversation is fate by choice or chance?? I ask the question a few times every day...am i here sitting in the fridgid whisper of winter living room with my toes curled beneath my legs so they do not freeze like my nose is...is it by the choices i have made that i am not laying in the bed of the man i am in love with or is it chance that at a certin moment in time it was decided without regard to what anyone wanted by some universal power 'casting dice' in the words of ABBA, could life be so easily and so difficultly decided at the same time. Because i would have to say that some where some how a decision is made and the one who chooses, the one thing that casts each die really is pissing me off at of the current.

My blog will consist of everything i could think, say, smell and feel...everything that has the potential to be anything. Hopefully some can read me, hopefully someone can relate and we can all survive together. I am starting as a relationship blog as you can all see, and in that picture is us. A picture that can make me cry in an instant.

“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”
― John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne