I’m sitting here shuddering in *almost* self-disgust. See what happened was I decided “Hey, instead of blogging about whatever whenever, why not structuralize it. You like structure. You love structure. You would marry structure if you believed that marriage ever did anybody any good in the first place.” And so Monday was my iPod. Tuesday my pibble-babies. Wednesday, People. Thursday, Fooooood. Friday, Climbing. Saturday, Life thoughts and quandaries. And Sunday is the day of farting around. “It’s going to be perfect,” I thought happily to meself.
So Monday was fun. Tuesday I cheated. Wednesday I was…nice? What the hell?! Yeah, my entry in honor of my grandmother Hazel-Helen and I didn’t suggest wanting to bitch slap anyone in the face.
Are we all caught up? Is everyone disappointed with me yet? You certainly should be.
Here’s my rationale: a) let’s (and by us, I mean me) at least try an “If you can’t say something nice then don’t say anything at all” direction b) I really hope my younger sisters and brothers occasionally venture to my blog and if I can point them in the direction of truth and rational thought then it would be criminal not to try, and c) I just plain like some people. Given how dirty I feel over being nice I can’t imagine it’s going to happen all that often.
Okay. Now that that is off my chest I feel a little better….back to Neil deGrasse Tyson