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mistaken for strangers

30 Jan

I have got to start thinking about what I write on here, as when I write I forget who is gonna read it. Basically, I am going to mention people (specific people) less often, and focus on stuff that happened to me and how I feel about it, not the whole story behind it. I have a hard time not going into detail when I write, hence the near-ridiculous level of it that I go into. I apologize profusely. I am also going to go back to some of my earlier posts and change some names around, just for anons sake.

Well- besides all that above stuff- nothing really happened today. I baked beets. I chopped up half an avocado and ate it in a sandwich. It was delicious…
Oh, fuck. I’m not going to be able to write like this for very long, it’s not my nature. I like to write about other people, as my life is not that interesting: certainly not interesting enough to warrant its own blog. Geez- maybe in a few days I’ll try again with thw whole “don’t mention anything you’ll regret” thing. And in actuality, I haven’t even scraped the surface of that particular glacier. There is a lot that I haven’t shared here. There is a lot that I will probably never share with anyone.

I cannot type well anymore, so goodnight all. Bleehhh.

(oh, and in case you’re wondering why I’m blogging this late, it’s because I was walking the dog before bed. True story.)