coming out of the closet

Well, i guess the anonimity of a blog is always subject to revelation.
especially when a bunch of dorky writers calling themselves the "sparkling hammers" decide to start a blog of their own.

okay, i admit, i used to be one of the sparkling hammers. i am one of those dorks, but i think we were too cool back then to call ourselves anything other than aspiring writers.
sigh.

i miss those dorks.

and poof!
just like that, they're writing a blog. they're posting writings i don't understand, referencing piglet, pooh, harry potter and a bunch of other shit i don't quite follow.
it's just like writer's group!

so now my own meager ramblings, my syrupy/sweet/sickly simple/ridiculously trite and over-indulgent words of this blog could possibly be up for slaughter.

do i delete the posts?
do i erase all evidence of a girl unraveled?
nah.

perhaps it's just fiction. perhaps it's my sparkling hammer to the groin.......
wasn't it to the groin?
and why did i think it was "thrusting, sparkling hammer to the groin?"
i know that bitch was wearing boots, too.

-misplaced writer and orginal member