Getting to know Cheeks ...

Good morning people ... Cheeks here ... nice to meet you. Well such as we are, meeting one another that is. Funny thing about my nom de plum, it was just given to me over the weekend by someone very special. I told him that I don't go in for nick names, but some how, Cheeks becomes me I think. I am not sure where this blog is headed ... I suppose for now, today, it will be an outlet. Blogging is cheaper than therapy, and less finite than suicide. Oh yeah ... I forgot to tell you, I have been known to have a flair for dramatics ... but I guess you know that already. No worries people, I am not going anywhere, I am too nosey.

So, for those of you still reading … who is Cheeks really? Well if you look above this post, there I am on all my glory. I am a thirty something chick with nice eyes (and a bit of an ego at times ;) ) I write. I am a writer … I come complete with the cynical mentality and tortured soul that generally come standard with any artist. I hate my life, but ask me what life is and I will tell you beautiful … ask me how many friends I have and why there are so few I will tell you because I cannot stand anyone, but ask me what makes this world worth living in, and I will tell you humanity. Is there a God? I don’t know, but if there is … well let’s just say that he, she, or it … is NOT my favorite entity right now. Cheeks has found love in several different guises … has she held on to it ... hell no … not even close … I cannot figure out if it is me or them, but today I will tell you, I am not so sure love was made for me, or should that be stated that I was not made for love … I was not made to love. I’ve got a small family that just now is uncertain, scattered and angry for various reasons, but at the end of the day, there is affection. I have no pets. I rarely eat, almost never sleep, and I drink too much, not to the point of full on alcoholism, but I do wash my worries away with a nice merlot or my favorite, a dirty martini or three.

People … Cheeks is a lost lonely girl who clings to a minuscule shard of hope that MAYBE one day she will wake up and all the puzzle pieces will be exactly where they are supposed to be, all fitting together perfectly to form the picture of a well lived, well loved life. Alas, today, only the edges of the puzzle are done … the bits in the middle are scattered ... a couple of pieces have fallen under the table face down, and a handful are just down right lost. Perhaps here I can gather them all together, and put them where they belong to form a whole, happy, Cheeks. Come along for the ride if you dare, we can sip tea and chat as we put this thing together.

Talk to you soon!!

Cheeks