Well I guess no one really wants to know about that time I almost got arrested on a military base as a teen and my Dad had to come and "bail" me out. And you really must not want to know that intolerance makes me so angry I turn green and bust through all of my clothes and start smashing things and throwing cars and people.
I'm okay with that.
What I'm really getting at and what I clumsily was trying to attempt with that last post was to see if anyone had any burning questions about my 37 years on this earth that I hadn't yet revealed answers to. Not necessarily the direction I should take this blog in. I like the general direction I've been taking it. Which,is no direction at all. It's me. It's comfy and I'm writing what I want when I want (I know selfish much). I know, I know I wasn't clear at all. If someone asked me what I wanted to see on their blog, I'd assume exactly what you all assumed. Don't worry I flogged myself for causing you such confusion and headache.
Oh and one other thing...the name.WM. I'm even confusing myself with all my online identities. So henceforth, I shall be...drumroll please.
Cuz it's the name that's on my birth certificate.
Smoochies to you all.