I am the sort of person that likes to share. I do...in ways. I am attempting to blog. That's how much I want to put my ramblings out there! I wish I could explain why. If I figure it out, I will be sure to let you know.
I don't necessarily want to sit in a room with a bunch of other people and share my sad tales and bond over wine and cheese. I can depress myself just by strolling down memory lane, I don't need a friend along for the walk.
I certainly have no desire to seek out others who share my interests. Why on Earth would I want to sit and chat with other dorks who like Farmville, reading Twilight, and watching Mary Poppins? I appreciate ya'll, just don't want to be associated with you =-)
I don't really see the need to join a group of other bitchy women and gripe about all the morons we must put up with...but that is mostly because I haven't found a group called Bitchy Women. To be completely honest, that is a group I'd freakin' ask to be the leader of! Bitchy women are a truly underappreciated subsection of our population, but that is a topic for another time.
I actually enjoy the whole facebook status and comment idea. It works for me.
How fun is it to just type some wacky snippit and see what you get in response? Although, there are times when I've put out a doozy and get nada in return. What's wrong with you people? A great example would be when I posted that I wanted to put Rogaine on my vag and see how hairy that bush could get...that was funny. I made myself giggle when I thought it...and I giggled again when I posted it. I am certain if I were to post something about Glenn Beck being Hitler reincarnated I would get a whole slew of crap(I know a few too many Republicans). In any case, you can only put so much of yourself into a status post.
I've been keeping a journal, but it is two steps past pitiful. I feel like a twelve year old girl when I do it...and that's NOT a good thing. It's weird. In today's day and age, a woman of my superior intelligence, remarkable wit, and unlimited means(that being a laptop and internet access) should certainly be able to do better than messy handwritten notes in a 40 cent composition book. This bitch can blog for free, people!
I have a whole list in my head of things I want to say and nothing to do with it...until now(insert evil laugh here). Muah-ha-ha! I will be working on that list, getting it out there into the blogosphere and I hope someone can feel me and relate...even bitchy dorks need someone to understand them.
I don't necessarily want to sit in a room with a bunch of other people and share my sad tales and bond over wine and cheese. I can depress myself just by strolling down memory lane, I don't need a friend along for the walk.
I certainly have no desire to seek out others who share my interests. Why on Earth would I want to sit and chat with other dorks who like Farmville, reading Twilight, and watching Mary Poppins? I appreciate ya'll, just don't want to be associated with you =-)
I don't really see the need to join a group of other bitchy women and gripe about all the morons we must put up with...but that is mostly because I haven't found a group called Bitchy Women. To be completely honest, that is a group I'd freakin' ask to be the leader of! Bitchy women are a truly underappreciated subsection of our population, but that is a topic for another time.
I actually enjoy the whole facebook status and comment idea. It works for me.
How fun is it to just type some wacky snippit and see what you get in response? Although, there are times when I've put out a doozy and get nada in return. What's wrong with you people? A great example would be when I posted that I wanted to put Rogaine on my vag and see how hairy that bush could get...that was funny. I made myself giggle when I thought it...and I giggled again when I posted it. I am certain if I were to post something about Glenn Beck being Hitler reincarnated I would get a whole slew of crap(I know a few too many Republicans). In any case, you can only put so much of yourself into a status post.
I've been keeping a journal, but it is two steps past pitiful. I feel like a twelve year old girl when I do it...and that's NOT a good thing. It's weird. In today's day and age, a woman of my superior intelligence, remarkable wit, and unlimited means(that being a laptop and internet access) should certainly be able to do better than messy handwritten notes in a 40 cent composition book. This bitch can blog for free, people!
I have a whole list in my head of things I want to say and nothing to do with it...until now(insert evil laugh here). Muah-ha-ha! I will be working on that list, getting it out there into the blogosphere and I hope someone can feel me and relate...even bitchy dorks need someone to understand them.
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