one of my coworkers is starting to get a little too pushy about wanting to read my blog. he tries to sneak into my office so he can catch a glimpse of the address; it's getting weird.
he keeps on asking me what i write about & if i'm ok with posting it on the internet for the whole world to read what's wrong with him reading it?
well, um, maybe if he wasn't buggin' about it...
for the most part, only a few people i know read this blog. i write for me.
sometimes it ends up entertaining, but usually not.
this helps me keep track of what's going on, what's important to me & somewhere to write down that stupid story about whatever because one day i want to remember it & i have a really shitty memory.
most importantly, it stops my head from going in circles, repeating things over & over. if i can write it down, get it in order, it's like i've put it in an envelope & it's settled, i can move on.