
I've got the blog [locker room] complex. Comparing her boobs to mine and feeling inadequate...[LOL] although in this instance mine are humongous and every body else's are in proportion [I'm talking about blog and the size of their content if you're lost already]. But didn't I say that it was for me [my blog] and not about whether people read it or not? So why does it even matter. Shoot [my new word instead of shit] then this blog is pointless, or was it just an excuse to administer my new addiction?
Will I look back on this blog in the morning and go WTF was I writing. Am I on the same stuff as Amy Winehouse? Or maybe, just maybe, I may look at myself in a new light, and even though I spout random nonsense which sometimes doesn't even make sense to me, I'm a pretty cool chick.
Now after all of that, I don't even care about blog rules and whether my posts are too long. The fact that I know now people actually read it I'm starting to get all self conscious and try and cater for those with a shorter attention span. Fuck it [I've developed no alternative for this word yet...answers on a postcard please **or just use the comment box**] I'm just going to keep doing me. No reform, not even on the www.
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