Mess of a Dream

 

June 30, 2005

When I originally decided to sign up for a blog at Chattablogs, I didn't really take into account the whole "local" factor. I've written before in different online journals and I even met a person or two in town because of it. However, this is kind of different. I'm paranoid.

I love Chattablogs. Let's just get that out of the way so that my whole readership of two understands that this isn't going to be a bashing post.

But see, Chattablogs has a portal where everyone who updates their blogs is shown until they are eventually pushed off the main page due to other people updating. I'm freaked out.

One, I've looked at the blogs that are on that portal and while they are discussing politics ... local or otherwise ... I am posting pictures of my strawberry shortcake. While they compose entries about local events, news stories, and other interesting tidbits, I am contemplating telling you about how I mass e-mailed a photo of my ex-boyfriend's penis to several dozen of his dearest friends. (What? Any man that takes a picture of his freshly ejaculated penis with his CELL PHONE and then "accidentally" sends it to me instead of the intended totally deserves it.)

So, that is problem numero uno. I feel like a Chattablogs fraud. Look, I just live here. I don't really keep up with the local goings on other than to say there is a very cute waiter at the Chestnut Roast coffee shop downtown. It's not that I'm uneducated, I just don't really care. I'm kind of self-involved that way.

Problem two is that it mildly freaks me out that anyone reading me from that portal, lives somewhere in this city. If I had planned to talk about things that everyone knows about, I wouldn't be quite as worried. I mean, so what if you know I voted for Ann Coulter twice for mayor and I'm still harboring a grudge that she lost - the same grudge that burns on today that Gore lost.

But, that's not what I came here to talk about. I came here to talk about me. And, I think I'll do just that. If you figure out who I am or realize you work three cubicles down from me, so be it. Just don't come up to me tomorrow and ask to see the picture. My life can be agonizingly boring at times and at others, it can be rather controversial and risque. I'm a wild child. You have been forewarned.

Posted at 08:41 PM

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