Full Of Words

I think another four letter word would more accurately describe me.  Oh well.  Let's just go with it.

I love reading blogs.  I love reading what other people are thinking, doing, feeling, etc.  It is interesting.  I have made quite a few observations, which I will share with you now because CLEARLY you want to know what I'm thinking, doing, feeling, etc.*  Right? 

There are a lot of truly talented writers out there.  And they are also interesting people.  Or maybe it is their simple attention to detail, their pictures, their willingness to put it all out there.  Maybe it is their attitude of, "I don't give a damn what you think.  I rule this fine establishment."  Anyway, I love them.

There are a lot of people who aren't really good writers, but people follow them just because.  It is totally a popularity contest.  The cute girl with her perfect life who gushes about how wonderful it is to be her (I'm talking about myself, obvs.**)

There are people who write about things that I truly don't care about.  And I skip over their blogs, but for some reason just can't take them off of my reader JUST IN CASE they surprise me and say something worth reading.

There are some that just entertain the hell out of me.  I get excited about their blogs, much as I do when I pick up a copy of US Weekly. 

There are some that just seem like awesome people.  And some that seem like they could possibly be assholes in real life.  Maybe I'm the asshole. 

Confession:  I hate Katy Perry's Firework song.  That totally makes me an asshole because it has such a great message.  And it always makes me think of Kurt Hummel from Glee, whom I love and adore- because he is real and all.  Also?  When I drive out of the grocery store parking lot, I usually realize that I have forgotten about 10 things because I didn't even put them on my list. 

I'm an asshole.

Oh yeah, and I don't write eloquently.  Sorry.  I just kind of vomit all over the page and you get what you get.  And I rarely post pictures because my computer is old as dog shit and I'm lazy.  There you go.

I'm always full of things that I want to say, but I don't want to drone on and be boring.  I try to be a good person and have an awesome life- because I really do- but I don't think you really want to hear about how spectacular it was when, in truth, it was just a normal day.

I look forward to reading blogs every day, or almost every day.  I even look forward to writing, most days.   And yes, sometimes even posting pictures.  Then sometimes I just want to hide under the covers and take a really long nap. 

*I am not delusional enough to think this, really.  I'm sure you are all just bored and have nothing better to do at this particular moment, so you stopped by to see what I'm whining about today.
**Not really.