My Dirty Mistress...

That's right.  This blog is meant to be like my dirty mistress.  I have my real blog over on <inaudible>, but I realized that since it's your average, run of the mill mommy blog, I wouldn't be able to really let my hair down, talk about any and everything that comes to mind.  I have to keep some semblance of respectability and responsibility.  **Chokes back laughter**

I can't very well talk about raising a special needs child one day and then blog about getting tanked with a couple of porn stars and a few ounces of rock the next.  Wait, hold up...  Sorry, that was Charlie Sheen.  But still, you know what I mean.

So anyhow, I started this blog a couple days ago and celebrated.  Finally.  I have somewhere to spill my guts: a dark, damp, beer stained, urine smelling corner of the internet to call my very own.  As luck would have it though, it seems all my naughty thoughts took a swan dive right out the window and took any creativity I might have had with them.  Writer's block, naughty amnesia, stage fright of the inappropriate.  With the possible exception of my recent Eminem dream, I got nothing. Nada. Zilch. べつに。

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N.B.  Although you may see me write in Japanese throughout this blog, I myself am not Japanese.  I just love everything about the country and the language and am trying (though failing miserably) to show off what little I learned back when I actually had a life and was able to pursue my very own interests.

N.B to the N.B.  All the news coming out of Japan is really heart wrenching.  I can't imagine what they're going through yet they manage to navigate the worst humanitarian disaster we've seen for some time with such dignity and grace.  I only hope they stay strong and manage to move forward despite the devastation.  My heart bleeds for them and all they've lost.