Looking in the mirror sometimes I feel like I have no idea who it is that is looking back. While there seems to be a look behind the eyes that is familier I look at the simalirates from my parents that have somehow found a unification on what seems to be my face. How has this happened and when did it start? Am I going to be the inevetible slogen of "I am my mother, after all" ? I just want to know who is responsible for this disaster...is there a complant department that I can call? I 1-800 num...

Would it be strange of me to explaine why it is that I have started a new blog? Or do the millions of people out there already know that at some point anonymity becomes more important than anything else? I have longed for a place that I can write free from the shackels of public knowlage of who I am or what I do. I want to write what I want, and not what I think my friends and family want to read. This is my new home, and my mask, and it will remain for as I think that I have th...