Everything That's Fit to Print

I've finished importing from another blog. There are plenty of things that didn't make the final cut, plenty of things that I probably won't write about here. It's not because they're not important, but because they're too personal or too mundane or would simply reveal to much about my not-so-secret identity. And then there are things that are just no longer true, phases I've out grown. Kinda like a twenty five year old who doesn't need tell everyone she meets that when she was five she wanted to be a ballerina. If you happen to know me, go ahead and read. You can either read it now or in an email at 3am.