I Follow, But Sometimes I Do Lead

So the streamlined and attractive nature of James and Kendra's blogs have wooed me over to La Blogspot. Maybe I will be more prolific if I compose in a lovlier environment?
I don't hate my livejournal, but like an old diary, it needs to be cast aside when the demeanor associated with it's origin has been left in the dust of growth and change. In other words, I'm done wit dat shit. However, I did choose to maintain my watery theme. (My livejournal was titled: Lost at Sea (And I Like It)). There are still parts of me that love the more meandering elements of life, but I am now in a position of constant flux and uncertainty, making 'Lost' a pretty unwelcome word. Unless I'm getting lost, entirely, with no responsibilities or cares. Or getting Awesome, then I'm okay with being Lost. I do enjoy the cable program though, even when sober. The weird thing is that I'm a fire sign. Not sure why I'm drawn to aquatic metaphors. Anchor tattoo? Maybe I have a death wish. Destructive personality type? I hate water, but it seems I have an urge to drown.
I'm trying to make March a fairly dry month, as far as the rivers of booze I like to swim in are concerned. I have a tiny bit more money now, and I think it'll be much easier to keep it that way if I curtail my intake of Jameson (or rail Scotch, as it were). I'm also going to try to eat better. Pizza/Macncheese/sandwich diet be dammned! So far I have failed, utterly and completely. Oh well. Tomorrow is a new day. And I haven't run out of groceries yet. And I still need lessons from Katrina.
I love that I know someone named Katrina, and particularly this Katrina. My dad's nickname for me was Bunny Katrina. My mom's is Worthless Turd. Tevs. I also share her nickname for one of our dogs, which says alot. But don't get the wrong idea! My mama is the most wonderful human being in the world. She is my mirror, and my role model in every way, and a one-woman ball of joy and support.
I think I'm running out of crap to talk about. But here's to Newness, and Brain-gasms, and metaphysical cliff-diving.