this is just a test.
i'm not sure if this blog is going to work.
i think it'll be more cathartic than anything. or more catholic. that's the word i'm looking for.
maybe this will be my version of facebook. i don't believe in facebook. that place is a scam.
it's not that i dislike interacting with people...i just don't want to know every thing about them, and what their friends like/bitch about. it sounds like one big, digital reality show. i.e. The Real Housewives. i'm forced to watch The Real Housewives of (insert trashy state here). i say "watch" because i've figured out that it's easier to put on headphones than bitch about bad television. occasionally i will look up and see somebody shopping or eating. and it's ALL shit. every reality show is a farce. i know i'm not breaking new ground with that statement, but i just wanted to remind you of that in case you found five seconds between Cake Boss and Hoarders: Buried Alive to read this, admittedly, meandering paragraph.
this isn't going to be a deeply revealing blog page...though i'm sure my typos will reveal my serious lack of reading time. i'm trying to correct that. i get headaches. headaches make everything difficult. the blog is going to be short stories, musings, pictures, art, etc
note: i'm making a conscious effort not to swear as much in this blog. i know adults are seldom taken seriously when every three words are five letter words. however, i do swear and plan to for the rest of my life. however, should annie carry my demon spawn i cannot ask the kid "hey, can you throw me the fuckin' remote?"
i'm trying to put a little more thought into what i say and write. it makes the process of communicating with people outside of the room i'm currently in slower and less frequent, but more fulfilling. i'm watching what i'm saying.
Like like!
we all do it. "I was driving and saw this, like...". I hate the fact that it has entered my vernacular, but it has.
...and this show is still on!!! The Housewives!!! it's the reunion show!!! we have to watch it!!! though i find annie perusing through The Joy of Cooking (or whatever hollywood trash mag she's purchased...sorry annie) while i soak up the radiation from the television because my side is closer to the screen.
i am her shield in that way. like that sexy jacket you get to sport when you're taking an xray.
i hope you enjoy what i have to say.
for now it's meds and bed.
-c
