Not In Fact Dead

Doubtful that many of you will read this as I am sure my year long absence has lead most of you to delete me from your blog rolls.

The good news is I am not in fact dead. I have just gone through many life changes and out of respect to those involved took sometime off from internet land.

I got married, got divorced and moved. It wasn't messy, getting married just turned out to be a decision I made that later couldn't
figure out why I made. Perhaps we changed or maybe couldn't change. None the less I've moved on and continued living. This will be the only and final time I mention this part of my life.

I've started my own business and still continue to serve the people of our world one coke and burger at a time. There is a part of me that can just never seem to get away from waitress land. Not to mention starting a business isn't always the most profitable thing at first, unless I was a hooker, hookers I think make good money from the start and have little to no overhead.

I've eliminated all of the negative people in my life, including some family members and am working on surrounding myself with people that just want me to be myself. I've even made this decision to start making decisions based on what I want and what makes me happy rather than others... It's am amazing concept really.

I'm not writing nearly as much as I used to partly because of time, but mostly because I'm happy. I always felt it easier to write when I was miserable. I'm still selling some books, and working on a very old writing project with a friend. I've started a local comedy show where I live, and continue to think I am funnier than I perhaps am.

So internet thats how I am... How are you?

Oh and for those of you concerned, I do still have my favorite puppy in the world, and also managed to pick me up another one on the way. His given name is Henry, although he can change it on a whim on any given day, he has been known to request to be called Phone, Munchkin, Periwinkle, Mischief Maker, Henry H. Bug, and most frequently Henry Dice Clay. He is racists, and crude and often refers to me as "Bitch" or "Pussy"

So see while my childhood friends are buying houses and obsessing over those drooling, crying, pooping babies of theirs I am back to apartment dwelling and puppy obsessing. I am happy.

Katie Lauren