Don't Get Me Wrong,

I love, love, lovveee, LOVE it when people tell me they love my blog. Or that I'm really funny. I especially like to be told I'm funny. (Ohhh, she's funny alright. But not really in a haha kind of way)


But DAMN!!! The PRESSURE!!!


I used to be able to just put whatever the fuck I felt like up on this blog.


Now I feel like I have to make sure it's funny. Or that people will like it. Or that someone won't be offended by it.


And ohmygod is that not EASY!


Like, hmmm, do they really want to hear another post about some crazy shit my 5 year old just said? I bet their 5 year old says the same kind of crazy shit.


Soooo, okay. Traffic? I fucking hate traffic. But most everyone else does too. I don't want people to have flashbacks of their road rage while reading my blog.


Weather? Weather's been shitty lately, so I really don't want to blog about that. And I don't think you really care about my shitty weather, since lately chances are, YOUR weather has been shitty too.


And then there are soooo many things I want to say here. You know the kind. The shit that other people do, that really pisses you off. Especially shit family does. Or close friends. Or anyone else I know. Or don't know. Oh, I love to blog about THAT!


Problem is, even if I am posting it to be ummm.... funny...most of them know about this blog, and every little thing that's said is scrutinized and analyzed and then all of a sudden people who haven't talked to each other in months or years are all over the phone and e-mail posting links to my blog so EVERYONE in the entire fucking world can see what a bad daughter/sister/mother/friend/bitch I really am, because I've hurt their felling so bad with this inconsiquential dribble I call a motherfucking blog.


And we certainly wouldn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, would we?


Which leaves me without a lot of things to say.


motherfucker.