I've always been pretty open about myself on this blog. While I don't use my real name, I never minded sharing pictures or true stories or the everyday happenings in my life.  As a matter of fact, I always felt sadness for the bloggers who said that they couldn't talk about...whatever it was they wanted to talk about.  I mean, that's the whole point of a blog, right?

Well, I now find myself staring up at the huge elephant in the living room, mouth agape, wanting to tell you guys how OH MY GOD THERE'S TOTALLY THIS ELEPHANT IN MY LIVING ROOM, PEOPLE.

But I can't.

As of a few weeks ago, I'm no longer with the person I was with for nearly four years.  It's been really hard and really strange...and I can't talk about it because one of the first things she said after the fall was "Please don't write about me on your blog." 

So, other than what I just said, I won't.

So, while I sort this stuff out, you'll just have to deal with all my crappy picture posts and "haha! Google is funny!", because, when I have nothing to say, I put up pictures and pretend I'm doing a good job a'blogging. 

It's my red herring for the situation. I hope you're in the mood for seafood.

Or pink. Whatever.