So, my counter says this is post #204. Except I didn’t move all my blogs over. Just the ones that I didn’t totally hate. Even some of those, I guess…. but this is the 140th blog that exists solely on this webpage.
La dee dah.
I understand from blurking elsewhere that there is something of a tradition that a blogger, for their 100th blog, makes a list of 100 things about themselves that they think are interesting or notable. It’s just sort of… RAAAAALG… if you get me. I mean, blogs are inherently narcissistic and self-indulgent but 140 interesting things about me? Please. PLEASE.
(You repeated that out loud to yourself, didn’t you? It’s ok. Me, too. Really, there are few things that you will find obnoxious about me that I don’t already find obnoxious about myself… and if you have a THING you remember about me – a time I said too much or laughed too hard or made a total jackass out of myself, REST ASSURED that I remember that time, that THING, too. Don’t think for one minute that I didn’t sit on the toilet with my head in my hands chant-whispering…”Why..why… why would you do that? Why? That was so dumb… Ugh”, afterward. I may be an idiot sometimes, but I am a fairly self-aware idiot. Bygones.)
Ok, so what else can I do? 14 lists of 10? 7 lists of 20? Slam my head on my desk 140 times?
How about just words? 140 words. One word for every blog I have ever uniquely published here on my sweet, blushing deeples.com…
& you
deranged
babies & teenagers
lists & friends & photos
& hate & love &
politics & religion & bong-bong bells
doctors & pocket music
& tears & confusion & wishes & hope
flavors you are supposed to savor
ones you pretend to not notice
just a taste, a crumb, a tongue run long the back of a spoon
of me
the part I can share
the part that sustains me more by giving it away
than by keeping it.
sympathize, empathize
commiserate, justify
judge
me
judge
you
churning stomach, wincing words
hoping you will read between the words
even when there is silence in that space
vomit
poo
bunnies
pride
those beautiful eyes of yours.
that funny laugh of yours.
they way you bring me down
& lift me up
much to my embarrassment
either way.
Yes, I mean you.
You SERIOUSLY need to publish. People WOULD read. Easier said “publishing” than done. Just a thought.
Hope all is well in the far North.
love from the deep south,
lori
Comment by lori — September 8, 2008 @ 5:42 pm
oh, I miss my deep south beautiful lambs.
can we please all climb on a boat again soon?
Comment by denise — September 8, 2008 @ 7:57 pm
You are a beautiful person!
Love you more than you know,
Gabbi
Comment by Gabbi — September 9, 2008 @ 9:59 am