I was in the midst of a monologue when suddenly a photo appeared.

I feel as if my best outlet when I'm feeling creative but don't want to draw attention to myself as I express my imaginative talents is blogging. So. Here. I. Am.

I realize that it would be preferable to have a blogger ("Indecision favors "bloggist" but that'll never catch on," comments the Critic.) who is here for the pure joy of blogging...but you'll have to take what I can offer you.

That being said, here some Bloggist Gold!

"Wait, wait, wait!" squeals Indecision.
"Hold on; wait for me!" Dependence demands (a minute too late and a dollar too short).

Please excuse my break from the acceptable genre there. I got a bit novelistic without meaning to. the intent to do so.

There she is, the window shopper with a hypercritical eye. Yes, that's right, folks! It's Mrs. Window Shopper!

I'm going to seek stimulation outside of my photo albums today and check out The Literary Gift Company. Shop with me!

I need these.
I need the e's.
I kneed these.
I knead the ease.