Feb 11, 2012 14:40
There were various times throughout this morning where I thought I wanted to share some random sentence about my life with others. Like on FB. Updating my status for the umpteenth time in 24 hours. I thought, "too much."
Then I thought, "I should have a BLOG. I'm so witty. People would love me."
Then I thought, "I have a blog. It's called LiveJournal. And I have so much personal shit on there about boys and enemies and my life that I would notttt want the world to be reading that."
So here I stick. I think I am going to begin squeezing my creative juices on here more often so I can practice for a big-girl blog. I don't know what else I would write about besides my life. Hell knows I am obsessed with talking about myself.
"Should I let EVERYONE be able to read my blog, or should I invite certain people to read it? Are there stalkers out there [like me] who would come upon my blog and want to know every single entry and detail? I'm sure I'd like some privacy. Not that I care that much about privacy in my life in the first place."
Conundrums.
PS I do NOT want to get a Twitter account for my abundance of one-liners. Not doing it. Just like I am not doing a smart phone, or Pinterest. Yet. Baby steps.