freezing now

Now officially less boring.

I was on the phone with my mom a couple weeks ago, shortly after I had taken the opportunity to write her this really long, sarcastic essay about the problems with our general interactions. Instead of making her angry, it made her laugh, and she called mostly just to agree and comment about how talented I am at writing.

This really fails to come across in my bloggin’. I bore myself when I read my own shit. Who cares. I just woke up from a headache-induced nap, and it dawned on me that I probably write my funniest shit when I’m angry, annoyed, or have thoughts about something more personal. Too personal to put on the web and risk making people angry, annoyed, or too far up in my bizness. I’ve always led my life really openly, but also managed the news ripple of my goings-ons (say that 10x fast) (haha- you said ‘nipple’) quite consciously. I envision in the future, there will be this mode of blogging to delay a post’s publicness by an x-units of time. And maybe everyone who visits a blog will be prelabeled as friend/family/stranger/coworker, etc., so that I can filter when and what things become available to them. I really don’t much care if strangers now read some of my 4 year old ramblings. Like I said though, stuff I’ve written up until _this very moment_ brings nothing to mind but boooooring.

This means I am officially trying to be less boring. Not solely by adding racy words, slang, and swearing more. Although that helps, no?