I generally get an instant vibe off people before they've even opened their mouths. I'm generally right and often they have no idea how I've instantly judged them. I'm right so often that I really shouldn't be surprised by the latest backstabbing. I'm not technically surprised by the stabbing, only by the lack of creativity in the jab. It wasn't a death blow. It just gets old sewing up the backs of my shirts. Oh well.
I LIVE MY LIFE OUT LOUD. I think I read that on a tshirt once. I like it. It fits. As you're probably aware, this page is public, as are most of my blogs. I keep it that way mostly for my friends who are MySpace snobs. I keep it that way because I think the world is entitled to know my thoughts. I keep it that way because I'm entitled to share my thoughts. I keep it that way because there's nothing I'll say here that I won't say in any other arena.
I like to think that my readers are my friends and family. I write and I can picture them reading my latest installment of nonsense. It helps. I like to know that someone cares about my bad day or bad mood or good news or good hair days. It's reassuring and I appreciate it.
I don't like to think of my other readers and yet they pop their two cents in more often than people who I actually like. Weird. I'm no Paris Hilton so I really don't understand why I have so many haters. It could be worse. I could be an East Coast Rapper. (RIP Tupac)
Sometimes I go through a normal day and do normal stuff and nothing really exciting happens. There are no real low points or high points worth mentioning. But that's sucky-ass writing/reading material and I'd rather go clearance shopping. Sometimes I bitch about my day or a specific thing. Funny how that's what people focus on -- a sentence or two in a moment of frustration. Gosh. I can't tell me how that makes me feel.
Thanks for reading my online blogs...I mean, ""doodles on the computer"". Doodles. Pfft.
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