Problem? Yes. Solution? Not likely.

I'm beginning to love Blogger. It has offered me a way to express things, and get annoyances off my chest. And I find it kind of nice to think that maybe someone else is reading it. I don't know why...to most this would seem like a diary being read.. People don't like that, right? Their diary being read? Well, whatever the case I definitely find this a nice release. Writing here also helps me think. As I write my thoughts I think things through and I'm less impulsive. Which means I get into less trouble. Which-in turn-is good. I guess... Yeah it is.

Anyway, like always, I'm writing on here because I have another problem. It's sort of the same problem, well no...it's an extension of the same problem. Let's just settle with it has connections to the earlier problem. However, instead of writing about the problem I'm just going to let it toil inside for awhile. I'm tired of being so open on here. [Yes, I did just say I loved this place for it, but yeah...] Instead I'm just going to put some pictures in here. :)

A whirlpool in the sky.

Cat in a box....

Picture of my plane's wing going down to Florida.

Aunt's engagement ring.