The problem with having a blog on the internet (where else would you have one?) is that it’s just so darn…public. I get home in the evenings and (aside from being exhausted), I realize that most of the things I could write about, I can’t write about. I make it a habit about not blogging about work. There is just too many things that could go horribly wrong.
It makes it difficult, though when all I do is work. There isn’t really any “other” stuff to write about.
I’m still alive.
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Good to know. :)
hugs and cheek pinches… face cheeks though.
aww, I’m sorry you’re not liking it.. :( You could write me a cool e-mail and tell me about these un-cool people. And then you could vent.
Well if you’re friend Heather isn’t willing to pinch your other cheeks, I will :)
Did that at least bring a smile to your face?
What is a blog for except to vent and get responses to encourage you and make you smile and be there for you. That’s what friends are for.
i mean *your* not you’re—