Yep, can ya tell I miss my pony? No word of a lie, I was getting ready to leave, and had jsut typed in the last sentence of my blogger entry on here, and said g'bye to everyone on AIM, when suddenly I was caught up in that burst of horrible writing... So, please excuse me for the outburst. Actually, no. I refuse to be sorry for it. Do you know how much I've avoided even mentioning horses in the last few years? I worked so hard to never talk about them, I finally eradicated them from my list of things to talk about. I don't even refer to them in context... It's pathetic. I remember when everyone used to know everything that happened, and I knew they were all exasperated with horses, so I finally weaned myself away from that topic, and now I don't even broach it... ever. Well, ya know what? If you don't like my tales, if you don't like my horses, too bad. It's part of me, a major part of me. One of the largest pieces of my heart, ever. Did you ever know my first love was a horse? The first soul I ever cried abut for days at a time was a horse named Manny? Did you know that I was saved from a broken hip by a horse named Mouse? Oh yeah... And did I ever mention that some of the greatest times I've ever had in my life were atop the long-legged, graceful beings that so many think, even believe, are stupid? I didn't think so.

You people don't know anything about me. Maybe a few know a little bit, but really. Think about it. How much do we really know about each other, period?