Tamon, Scraps, And the Fluff Ball I Call a Cat

So... It's been a long time. I've been stuck in an alternate universe of Doctor Who, Algebra 2, and Useless craft ideas that won't go away...

I'm transfering everything over to this blog. It's new and fresh. I'm not deleting the old one. I couldn't if I wanted to. It has too much history and feelings jumbled together. But then again, it doesn't suit my needs that I have as a happier and quirkier individual.

And ON we go.

Just as a recap, for my dearest and most retarded friend Zaelyn, Tamon is an inside joke. An imaginary friend of sorts. It has a unique, and quite gross origin, but I feel the need to share it with you, So please hang in there.

Once upon a time, in a screwed up little mind of mine, I was talking about, you guessed it (or perhaps you didn't), tampons. Don't ask me why, I can't quite remember, although, I always do have funny stories to share about them. At any rate, ("Stop chasing the white rabbit, Alice!!") I was half crazed at the moment and I started spouting off to Zaelyn about the fact that she had a gay, nude garden gnome that lived in her closet. How this came from tampons, was because I typed Tamon instead of Tampon and it stuck. I'm still not sure why. But that was how he was born.

I have been seemingly lost in a world of crafty scraps inside my head. I realized that I do my best thinking in bed. When I should be falling asleep. Hence the title of my blog. I often find myself muttering to myself at night, causing my fluff ball of a cat very much confusion. Or maybe her confusion has come from eating too much carpet. If I ever learn Meow-in I think I shall ask....

My boyfriend, Tray, is convinced that he is perfectly fine and unbothered by my crafty side, but oh, I await the day when he runs screaming from me in horror over the mass of useless crafter lingo that I adore... Or perhaps that's just the voices in my head that do that.... ("By Dalek!") I apologize. That was my British voice that occupies so much space in my head. Please, Doctor. Go back into your pretty Tardis.

And ON we go... Yet again.

I think that's enough gibbering gaberring for one day.

Toodloo.