I don't really know where to begin, but here I am doing it. I dont think blogging is ethical; at least not where I come from (I grew up in "THE Capital of Silicon Valley" & if you know where that is, Im sorry to hear it and please keep it to yourself), but it does seem to be the way of "Modern Love" er som'thin' like that.
Be that it may, this is my first blog (eeww! I feel all, all, all Dewey inside. Maybe its because Im at the Berkeley Main library avoiding the heat wave while being kicked out of my house by the real estate agents that have taken over. I love having my life scrutinized by strangers. My cherished pieces of broken crap that I found, Yes! Found!!- in some indeterminate place that held absolutely some profound non-meaning at the time.
Hmm, thats almost a suggestion of real emotion, better butch it up for all the people I dont know and will more than likely never meet. But furthermore, why would anybody actually stop to read these? Clearly, Im not the avatar of hippness that my fantasies have led me to believe that I am. Im just trying to stay ahead of the curve of my friends who are just figuring out what a blog is. Ive known, I just never kept one or would want to read some strangers opinion of anything.
However, my friend Tawny, says its just her place to rant and rave about anything or everything (she also meets THE hottest guys from the world over - but that maybe due to her visually stunning profile and profoundly vapid dalliances with the English language). Dont get me wrong; I sound like a jaded evil bitch dipping in sarcasm, but Im not - its just irony {JUST KIDDING!!!!!!!!!!!} Actually, I mean all that as a compliment and think vury, vury high of her -shes a real gem.
What may not be clear here, is that although I probably come close to insulting some of you, my readers, *** I just LOVE the way that sounds "MY Readers" -its positively wrong. Glee! it is unintentional, for what Im really disclosing is my lack of comfort in exposing all my worthless & pack-ratted, but highly valued inner conflamma.
So feast you gluttons!!!Remember, one side makes you very,very big and the other makes you very, very small. Please dont re-arrange the furniture in my happy place its there for a reason not obvious to you - then again I eagerly dispensed the contents of my mind to any and all just for the experimentation of doing so. Its fun to be the village idiot. Viva Carmina Burana
But like I said; my "mood" indicator is erect -and rather nicely if I say so myself- so Im going to amuse that rather that wax academically over this "blog" phenomenon or fad, or maybe its just a phase were going through in an attempt to get laid.
Like this?
Ive got more mind-less drivel than you could
ever hope to experience.
Fortunately, I have a sadistic
inner critic that keeps me
impaled in an iron maiden, severed
from the joy in pleasure and
keeps me from saying tooooo much
IT WASNT ME IT WAS THE GOVERNMENT*
*er our non-government that is. As quiet as its kept, we have no legitimate form of government here in the "US". **[bgcolor=#9C00FF][/bgcolor]
This is an old blog, but its my standard rant….. I have more but i generally keep them to myselves. :cheesy2:**
What I meant to include in the preface of those postings is that to a certain extant I have difficulty with the believe-ability of many locker room videos. The collections I have seen contained too many great looking guys with awesome bodies poised too perfectly for me to not think that they were models, or at least willing participants. Based on that presumption, I was suggesting an exhibition sub group, perhaps, to the main voyeuristic SIG. They doooooo go hand in hand, do they not?
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