Following in my sissy's footsteps.

So I've started this more for myself than for anyone else. I doubt anyone will read this. But I remember a time in my bygone youth where I could write down every stupid thought that came to mind with as much ease as I can drink a beer now. Then one day it was gone. I don't remember the day exactly. It was kind of like the day when I realized I couldn't play pretend anymore. Or the day when I realized, "Wow, how am I ten years old already? This is going by fast."
And now 15 years have passed. And I have a child and a job and dishes to do. Never do I have the time to sit and write; not that the words have come to me as of late. It's like the spring of any of my worthy thoughts has dried now and I've become so obsessed with the normalities of life I've forgotten how to express any feelings or daydreams I have. Not to say I don't still daydream. Shit, I would be dead if I didn't daydream. Bitch, I daydream all the time. Like it's going out of style. But I haven't written anything down and the constrants of trying to write a short story or epic American novel is too much for me. I've never been able to do it and I doubt I ever will. (Though the hope still dwells somewhere inside.)
Anywho, I hope to keep up with this. I get to post anything I want. Stupid clips that amuse me. Thoughts that will stupify others. Drunk droolings, tired ramblings. Memories of the good ol' times and those times it feels like God took a dump on me.
Give me encouragement, damn you! Give me inspiration! And the ability to spell....'cause I can't.