If I were a blog…
Many sentences these days are starting with If I were… I’m having a pre-30 internal conflict so I decided to start a blog. I haven’t blogged yet for a couple of reasons- 1. I thought, “really, I should just write in a journal.” But, I didn’t. 2. I am intimidated by the innate humor and raw honesty of what seems to be the ‘natural blogger’. My cat just stepped across the keyboard and highlighted the last two sentences- and since it didn’t delete I’m taking that as a sign of a promising future in blogging, rather than a reason to slowly walk away without saving. There are no boundaries in this house. I also worry that I may drink too much, like I do sometimes and write horrific shallow desires of my id that go largely unnoticed in my day to day. Or perhaps this will be a good thing, a note to self- a reminder you are only as big as your smallest observation, or something like that.
So here is the true story of why I felt I had to write: My favorite blogger, Suzanne, was in town last weekend and got on my computer, went to friendster and was already logged on- I rarely visit unless to read her blog and somehow my computer hijacked her identity and logged itself in. It is bizarre and so I had to reclaim my friendster identity, or at least create one for myself as obviously this machine is pining for one?!
