Sidewalks

GREETINGS.

I sat down to write this, give or take, half an hour ago (I'd choose give because time just wants to know someone cares). Then I noticed how filthy my lap top was --> heroic quest for windex wipes--> heroic triumph of windex wipes. 

Then of course I had to put on some lip gloss. To impress...my cat. Bailey's eyes sparkled a little I swear. I proceeded to use him as a piano to sing gloriously of my pristine keyboard and luscious lips. 

Now I have no choice but to trudge on into the world of blogging. 

I've had numerous people tell me I should start a blog; "By golly Olivia, your writing is just so marvelously wondrous and enchantingly extraordinary!" Why thank you imaginary friends, but I'm too damn lazy (please refer back to the pointless introduction of this post).  

But here I am anyway. 

Lucky for you, you won't run into anyone like me on the streets. Mostly because anyone like me would be sensible enough to use the sidewalks.
There's no clear cut path for me though; of that I am sure. Just relentless demons and empty spaces.

And I have the bruises to prove it. 

P.S Bailey just fell asleep. I guess my earth shattering beauty attested too much for that feline.