On hiatus, indefinitely

When I was but a wee lass, I began collecting masks of all shapes and sizes. Hundreds of them adorned the walls of my room, and they were as important to me as inanimate objects can be to pre-pubescent young girls. My first research paper, "Clowns, Masks, and Mardi Gras," was inspired by my collection. (Fifth grade. 20 pages. Public school, Bitches.)

Then, one day, I was over it. I sold all my masks, and I never looked back.

That tendency within me is still strong. I abandon most things right about the time they start getting interesting. The masks. That "underground" comic in sixth grade. The poetry (thank FSM). The acting. The lj. The xanga. That column I started. The painting. The knitting.

What I began here will be no different. Perhaps I'll return one day, but I'm making no promises. I started this blog when I was still more entertained than disenchanted by my exploits in Internet dating. It was fun while it was, but it's something else now. And it's not what I'm looking for at the moment. I'm not sure exactly what I am seeking, but I know it doesn't involve computer monitors or guys (tangible or not).