Sometimes there is just so much I want to say, but I know this is not the place for it. That applies to both personal and professional matters; I’m pretty sure just about anyone with a weblog knows what I’m talking about.
Sometimes this page is the absolute best way to move things out of my head by putting them here. Sometimes it’s the worst. It’s the grey area in between I have trouble figuring out.
Meanwhile, read Miss Anthropy’s poem. She’s one of the reasons why the web is the Best. Medium. Ever!
You are such a tease.
Yawn.
Wow. Bitches.
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I go now.
Little ‘uns.
I have a web log and still don’t know what you’re talking about. Well, I know what you mean, but I don’t know what you’re not saying, obviously. The place for things you can’t blog about is therapy 🙂
The place for things you can’t say in public is therapy?
Where’s the place for friends?
I thought that was dinner.
You can pick your friends, and you can pick your entree …
And you can pick at a dead baby with a fork!