babble
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
She breaks her heart just a little too much:
I sort of implied in the last entry that I would recap the entire weekend in Philly, but I don't think I will go into detail. I met a lot of wonderful people and reconnected with good friends that I haven't seen in far too long, and I think I want to keep all of that for myself. I'm turning into a fucking emo kid or something. Every time I think about how much my friends and family mean to me I get all teary-eyed. I know you want to hear all the tales of wonderment and tomfoolery that occurred during my trip, but you don't want me to be continuously crying like a little bitch, now, do you? Clearly, this trip has turned me into a sappy emotional goober, and I need a little time to recover and get back to my usual cold, heartless, mean-spirited self.
I will be spending the next two days preparing for my trip to Boston. I have to unpack, wash, and repack almost all of the clothes I took with me to Philly. I have to make sure the cat-sitter is well-informed on one-eyed cat care. I have to pay a few bills and balance my checkbook so I know how much cashmoneys I will have to spend on booze and hookers in Boston, because that's what business trips are for, right? And I need to finish up 9,472 projects at work before the end of the day tomorrow. So why am I taking the time to blog? Because I need a place to vent.
However, the problem with having a blog that everyone I know reads is that I can't always talk about 100% of what I'm thinking and feeling, especially if I'm thinking or feeling something about someone who reads this. If I'm mad at someone, I can't vent about it in detail because I tell people I'm mad at them face-to-face rather than bitch on a website. If I'm concerned about someone and don't know how to approach them about it, I can't post asking for advice because they might read it first. It goes on. Sometimes I feel like I need to get one of those completely anonymous blogspot blogs that will get lost in the sea of posts about what some emo kid had for breakfast, just so that I can talk about this shit. Or maybe I should start keeping a private journal.
Or maybe I should just throw caution to the wind and really start opening up to you motherfuckers. Be afraid.
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