Gigantic Leap

I think I took one earlier. Not totally sure. We shall see won't we?


This moving thing is FUCKING crazy. I mean totally insane. Andrew is insane. He's driving me crazy. But he's Andrew and so I'll let it go. I'm such a fuckin' punk bitch.


I know no one will answer this, but could I get a comment or an email if you read and/or suscribe? It doesn't matter if you think I'm mad at you, I still want to know. I'm trying to get an idea of my audience. I'm thinking about writing another blog. I'll fill you all in on the subject matter later.

WTF Blogs of Note

This blogs aren't noteworthy. You want a noteworthy blog, check out the Delightfully Insane Madame Jett Superior and the way she runs her house. It's deep, it's funny, it's good reading. Why the fuck are all the "Blogs of Note" stupid silly things where someone uploads a funny sentence everyday or some equally trivial shit? Blogs are for getting up to your neck in the shit of someone you've never seen. The best part of a book is being able to be in someone else's life for a brief moment yes? Blogs, well-written ones anyway are like books that continue to update themselves. Never-ending books. That's essentially what blogs are. And they are the only things that should be "Blogs of Note".

Technorati won't do what I want

I'm not sure why...anyone want to help me troubleshoot?

My Blogaversary

It's tomorrow. I almost missed it. That would have sucked to be sure. I'm glad I was riffling through archives and checking dates.

Celebrate with comments?

Blogging is frustrating me

I could be getting more readers, but I'm not sure how. All I know is that the readers I have don't comment.

The Peanut Gallery.....

needs to wake up and speak up. Feedback on my life that I'm pouring out here for your eyes would be greatly appreciated.

So I'm lying here crying...

The past can be a hurtful thing. Not mean hurtful but sad. The past can be so so sad.

I had a blog on Blogger before, but due to certain people getting involved in things I hid it and just stopped writing there. I wrote a companion blog to it with backstory on some of the important folks in my life. My writing before my dad's stroke and after is so completely different. I hate to think that I'm the kind of person that lets every little life change turn her for the worse. Anyway I went and read the companion blog and it's just sad how there are some great people who are no longer in my life now. And some of those people have hurt me so bad. And some of those others, well I've just fucked up those relationships beyond compare. I hate that.

See Spot. See Spot bitch.

So I'm a little bored this morning. I have work at 2pm. Then Scott's picking me up and we're going to chill for a bit. I'm not going to church tomorrow as I have to work at 1pm. This weekend is probably going to be boring except for chilling with Scott. I'm tired of being bored. I'm tired of wanting to hang out wiht people that aren't worth the time of day much like MY time. Eh whatever.

There's a fake blogger running about. He cuts and pastes entries from wikipedia and makes a blog about them so he can have another place to post ads from Google's Adsense program. Too bad the dumb shit doesn't realize that people have to click on the ad in order for him to get paid. And no I haven't viewed the profile, but I'm sure it's a man. Only a man is that damn irritating. Cocksucker.

My mother is one of those things that you like but hate. I swear it's always her way or it's wrong. Too bad her way is wrong most of the time. She makes me really mad some days. But then they are times when I sit in her lap and watch something on USA and everything seems right with the world.

Just a little something to keep you going

This post is for my friend who hasn't posted since Friday. She spoke to me today about me not updating.

thatisall

Is the Internet for porn only?

So I'm sitting up here watching Squidbillies, which is....white trash with tentacles. What my mind is on right now is why a person can have an easier time of finding porn on the internet than like-minded people. I'm searching for blogs about fellow teens written by teens and having the most difficult time. And yet I can find an abundance of blogs about sex at the drop of a hat. I think things like that are what's wrong with America right now.

Well it's not sex, it's everyone's obsession with it. That's the first thing many people think of when they meet each other. Are they good in bed? Are they better than me? How many partners have they had? Is sleeping with them worth it? Whatever happened to wanting a potential mate to have personality of some sort? I'm sure my English in here is quite bad, but it's late and I'm tired. The Internet used to be a wonderland of communication and now it's basically a porn mag.

Squidbillies
porn

I had forgotten....

I've always loved to write. I've been told I'm quite good. But just now I re-realized how much I liked to write. Lately, everything has become a chore for me. Just another thing to do. I feel inspired all of a sudden. I might write up some short stories. Post them in a blog. I don't know. But it doesn't matter, as long as I do it for myself. I need to start that up again. Doing things for myself. Simply for pleasure.

Of Course I had to come back

Blogger is the only place I felt comfortable writing my shit down and I should have never let people take that away. I won't do it again, I promise.


Blogger
renewal