Thursday, January 25, 2007

To Be Continued...

I’ve been feeling stingy about writing lately. I just have not felt like sharing with the class. When I started to write this blog, it was a new thing for me to write about my feelings. I have never kept a journal, or had a diary that was dear. I needed to blow off a lot of steam about my family, and to somehow relive the stress of refraining from slapping the living shit out of people who desperately needed it.

Actually I am not all that tense, or all that angry, or all that confused, or all that ambivalent about anything anymore. I also do not want to risk being dooced, so I do not write about work. So, I am trying to decide what to write about. Lots of things cross my mind.

I think our president is an idiot, it terrifies me that I live in a country that elected this doofus, TWICE.

My take on feminism and how I came to it.

Stories bout my family that crack me the hell up, but which normal people would think are sick.

The irony of the fact that my whole life I always felt weird in a good way. Then when my parents died, I was surrounded by people who told me all I was thinking and feeling and doing was normal. And I was kind of bummed to turn out to be so run of the mill.

Why I do not have kids.

Music. Stuff I like, instruments I play, performances I have seen. I hope when I am Mick Jagger's age, I can jump around like a lunatic like that for hours on end.

Things that seemed like a good idea at the time, but which I would like to go back in time and slap the shit out of my younger self for even considering.

Things people who know me could make a lot of cash selling to the Enquirer if I ever get famous.

The fact that I have a very good lawyer who will fuck the Enquirer up!

My multitudinous motor vehicle accidents.

Shit about each of my parents that really pisses me the fuck off.

Shit about each of my parents that I love and adore, and some things I am eternally grateful I have inherited in regard to my personality, my looks, my way of dealing with people, my sense of humor, and my brains, to name a few.

The fact that I really say shit a lot, but nowhere near as much as I say fuck and cocksucker.

So, I am going to try to write more frequently, for me, about whatever crapola, ah more scatological references for those in the cheap seats, happens to cross my mind. Writing is one of the best things I do, and it makes me happy, so I am going to keep plugging away. Just a note, I try to check out everybody who comments or e-mails but I am working a lot, and contractor hunting because I cannot stand my kitchen anymore. Do not think I think you suck if I do not mention you.

Meanwhile, here’s some more shit I like to read because they are fucking cool and not cocksuckers at all:

Barmaid Blog

Barista Brat

Petite Anglaise

Plains Feminist

1 comment:

plain(s)feminist said...

I am equally honored to be "fucking cool" and also "not [a] cocksucker."