Once upon a time there was girl who really liked to start stories in her mind with the phrase “once upon a time.”  *happy sigh*  ”Once upon a time” is so romantic.  :)  There’s really no other way to start a story I think – unless of course you want your story to be a cold, heartless, bitter, tragedy.  But even then, it’s prolly better to go ahead and give it a good ole “once upon a time” to start, JUST IN CASE at the last second you decide Dexter is going to swoop in and save the day by murdering a bad guy.   Or Detective Morgan!!  It doesn’t always have to be a guy who does the rescuing.

What? You don’t think you’re going to put DEXTER into the cold, heartless, bitter, tragedy of a daydream that you start with the words “once upon a time”?  WELLLL…. unless you are psychic, :)  you can’t really tell me it’s not a possibility.  ESPECIALLY since I just used Jedi mind power to plant that seed.

Just saying.

So this girl, the one who lived once upon a time and liked to start daydreams with those very same words?  She started watching a lot of Dexter and then when she finished that series she started watching a lot of Bones and would you EVER guess that after watching so many hours of emotionally handicapped and socially awkward main characters that she started to develop her OWN personal brand of “don’t give a gosh darn good golly gracious thing-a-ma-bobber about what other people think” attitude?

If you didn’t guess, don’t be too hard on yourself. :) *loves!*  I mean, YES the title of this blog already gave away the answer and so you probably should have guessed BUT no biggie!!  :)  We already established that you aren’t psychic AAANNNDDD a phrase like “gosh darn good golly gracious thing-a-ma-bobber” takes wicked mind power to conjure up and, well, we can’t ALL be Dr. Brennans around here.

Just saying. ;)

Tick tock. Tick tock.  And the pendulum swings.

I would much rather have regrets about not being what people said than regretting not doing what my heart led me to and wondering what life had been like if I’d just been myself ~ Brittany Renee

I am who I am.  Deal with it.  ;)  And what. ever.  I sooooo did not get scared, really late at night, when my dogs growled at noises outside and it sounded like someone was trying to RAKE THE CEMENT, over and over and over and over RIGHT OUTSIDE MY WINDOW, after watching three episodes in a row of the trinity killer.  Psh.  That season was for babies.