Peer Pressure - It's finally gotten to me. My friend started a blog a few months ago and I laughed at him, now here I am, writing and writing and wondering if my life is interesting enough to be written about or even read about.
"This isn't a diary, not in the accepted sense of the term.
I've no intention of sitting down dutifully each day to record tedious details of what I had for breakfast, which gown I ordered from my seamstress, and who said what to whom in the course of rehearsals. It's surly the height of vanity to assume anyone would want to read about your petty, unimportant life a hundred years from now..."
- Christine (Phantom by Susan Kay)
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crap, the italics button is giving me hell.
What do people write on these things anyways? Conspiracy theories? What so and so did to so and so and 'omg that bitch is gonna pay'?
Well, I know that I have a lot of both of those things, more gossip than conspiracy theories. But if you give me enough time I can crap out some good ones, I can probably crap out some good gossip too, but only if I must.
Do people write about what they like and dislike? I like photography and I dislike sharing bathrooms (but you didn't hear it from me).
I have about three 'to-do' lists on my white board, and all three are partially checked off. That's all you need to know about me and trust me - that's a lot for a first date.
-M.
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