Dear Reader,

I look at these words I write-look, then let them fly by me. Like flightless birds I give them wings, the abilities for meaning. But I do not wish to boast of false god-like powers of which I have no true placement. At the same time it would be utter falsehood to claim pure modesty. Such a virtue I do not posses-I believe I have had too good an upbringing to say that I do not write with at least enough inner confidence to display my writings to the world. But, being both highly self-critical and an unconsciously stubborn procrastinator I warn whoever bothers to read these ramblings that I may not post often-or much at all. However-I am not so confident to believe that that fact would bother anyone (but inside I secretly crave that it might). You may wonder, random stranger, why I choose to introduce myself in such a way (of course it's in all likely that you didn't think of this question until you read it). In all honesty I will reply that it is because this voice, so unlike my 3-D self, is a version of me that hardly gets to see the sunlight. I decided to bring it outside-and let it grow. Hopefully you don't mind, but of course-I would never know.

Sincerely,

bostgirl

General Disclaimer:

I will not write my age, name, place of residence, or social security number in any of my pieces. So-for all those random stalkers out there-pick a different writer. I mean, I could just write false statements-but honesty's kind of my thing, and I hate breaking my few good habits. Though please, don't believe me now to be some kind of soap-opera worthy girl. No-sadly, thankfully, my life is much less romantic than that. I suppose now's the time when I should describe myself with the usual...favorite things, activities, lifestyle choices. But, as Oscar Wilde wrote, "...to describe is to limit." And, as you may learn, I simply hate limitations.