Ok… So I reverted back to original styling… however… I added the gloss effect to the original header. I also changed the blog title back to FARWEST [blog], with a bit of a tweak to the name. I may change it back again once I feel like the graphic is perfect. I will now take a poll of which header you prefer… Thanks for your vote.
… Dear Lord people are naive… I cannot say how I know such facts, but this is really a problem. I feel as if I am in the back seat watching a horrible mistake happen, but there is nothing I can say. You share things that are complete misconceptions, but what can I do? I crossed the line acquiring my intel, and I would be in the wrong setting things right. I wish you knew more about me, because I am not simply fine.
Hello all! I changed around the customizable header and top blog title. The blog’s name is essentially Farwest Blog, but because I wanted Thoughtfully Mine, the Memoirs at the top of the page, it now has to be the title of my site (unfortunately). Special thanks to Chris for informing me how to create a gloss effect in Photoshop. Hope you all like it – let me know if something would look better tweaked. Peace and thanks for reading!
… When you decide to go to Qdoba with friends at 3am… And are so tired that the simplist things seem so funny… and you make crazy noises when you cannot contain your laughter… and you’ve already gotten chips and 3-cheese queso lodged in your nasal passage… And you add a splash of Dr. Pepper to that on the way back home… When the sleepiness sets in and it’s the best night in a long time… And such short times are those to remember… And then you wish for life to be the same.
I feel sidestepped. I feel that I have tried to be the most honest, most reliable, most trustworthy person ever. I feel that I work towards being a very understanding person and able to be spoken to by anybody, but all I ever witness is avoidance. I feel I am nothing in my social environment, and I feel like all others around bypass me. I feel that you fail to see me for who I am, and you only see others for how you think you know them. I feel that I am so much, yet you and many others only favor what is so little. Why don’t you see me? Why don’t you ever need me? Why don’t you grow up and understand? You will never know, and I, mah friend, will always have to endure what I do know, until one time someone can finally see what is true.
