Its okay if you don't read it...I'll still write
December 4th 2007 00:13
So today I decided to come home from work, I was tired, and ready to get some things done around the house. I've been apartment hunting, as well trying to solidify my side hustle. Neither of which have been working out for the best, but I am going to be consistent.
Well, anywho I decided to check the stats on my BLOGS, and it seems ORBLE hates me and my silly words. But, you know what, I DON'T CARE!! I love writing, I love the release, I love the sound of my non-manicured nails pat-pat-pattering on the keyboard of my Compaq nx9010! After a long day spent in a cubicle reading something that has nothing to do with me or my well sought after happiness, I enjoy the thought of not passing out on my parents' couch, an blogging. Hell, I even put this hobby in the INTEREST section of my resume.
So, if no one ever reads these, and if my Google Adsense account never goes above $.30, that's fine with me, I'll still write. I'll write about everything I know if I could, but there isn't enough time, and sometimes my eyes hurt from looking at the screen so much.
And as I listen to PANDORA radio online, which is now one of my favorite things to do, I am thinking of that Joss Stone song, "I'm gonna tell you what's on my mind" she chides in the background. Her song, Fell in love with a boy, is now my anthem. I've leaped, jumped, and been thrown and taken from man to man in the past few months. Actually giving my heart to one or two. But most recently I've decided to keep playing the field. Organizing my smiles, handing them out to a chosen few unconventional beaus. And interestingly enough, I feel better. I stopped saying yes to every date requests and began saying no. And to my surprise, the bags under my eyes began to disappear. I had more energy, more time to write, more money in my pocket (how this happened I have no idea). I buckled down and played a few board games with the family, lost a few pounds (again, how this happened is beside me). My skin is exceptional and my sense of humor now involves me telling the jokes. I like the sound of my voice now. Especially when I hear me talking about politics, sports, and my career plans instead of the ditsy things guys want girls to speak of. I've learned to treat myself to a cute lunch, salad and a sandwich, going for little walks on lunchbreaks, trying to experience the city alone, instead of hugged up with some man. I am not saying that I wouldn't want a man in the future. But after all of this time, and after all is said and done, I am enjoying myself.
There, that's all that I wanted. To write is to be well versed in the knowledge of yourself and how you are able to put it out into the world. Its a beautiful thing.
And to my audience.
Thank you for your time!
Well, anywho I decided to check the stats on my BLOGS, and it seems ORBLE hates me and my silly words. But, you know what, I DON'T CARE!! I love writing, I love the release, I love the sound of my non-manicured nails pat-pat-pattering on the keyboard of my Compaq nx9010! After a long day spent in a cubicle reading something that has nothing to do with me or my well sought after happiness, I enjoy the thought of not passing out on my parents' couch, an blogging. Hell, I even put this hobby in the INTEREST section of my resume.
So, if no one ever reads these, and if my Google Adsense account never goes above $.30, that's fine with me, I'll still write. I'll write about everything I know if I could, but there isn't enough time, and sometimes my eyes hurt from looking at the screen so much.
And as I listen to PANDORA radio online, which is now one of my favorite things to do, I am thinking of that Joss Stone song, "I'm gonna tell you what's on my mind" she chides in the background. Her song, Fell in love with a boy, is now my anthem. I've leaped, jumped, and been thrown and taken from man to man in the past few months. Actually giving my heart to one or two. But most recently I've decided to keep playing the field. Organizing my smiles, handing them out to a chosen few unconventional beaus. And interestingly enough, I feel better. I stopped saying yes to every date requests and began saying no. And to my surprise, the bags under my eyes began to disappear. I had more energy, more time to write, more money in my pocket (how this happened I have no idea). I buckled down and played a few board games with the family, lost a few pounds (again, how this happened is beside me). My skin is exceptional and my sense of humor now involves me telling the jokes. I like the sound of my voice now. Especially when I hear me talking about politics, sports, and my career plans instead of the ditsy things guys want girls to speak of. I've learned to treat myself to a cute lunch, salad and a sandwich, going for little walks on lunchbreaks, trying to experience the city alone, instead of hugged up with some man. I am not saying that I wouldn't want a man in the future. But after all of this time, and after all is said and done, I am enjoying myself.
There, that's all that I wanted. To write is to be well versed in the knowledge of yourself and how you are able to put it out into the world. Its a beautiful thing.
And to my audience.
Thank you for your time!
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