In all seriousness, I was lucky that S didn’t really care that I blogged. He’d read it occasionally to check up on what stuff I was up to, but we talked nearly every day, so he knew all about it already anyway. We were big on communicating, so most of what I’d write about, I’d already talk to him about, or it would be the next topic of discussion. My closest group of friends now has access to this too, but I’m in contact with them all day, every day via some internet communication.

I tend to censor myself at times, only writing bits and pieces, and most likely speaking in a language that makes no sense. Out of sight, out of mind. I’ll be the one reading it in the future, and with how poor my memory is, if I didn’t blog about it, it didn’t happen! And usually, I’m not the one with the crazy experiences.

I’ve already plugged my friend Amanda’s blog a bunch of times. She has outrageous stories, and I love her for that. Recently, I talked my friend Melanie into checking out an online dating site. Needless to say, funny stories/experiences have also found themselves onto her blog. Her latest is in regards to some message a guy sent her through the site. It’s ridiculous, and he’s lucky she didn’t plaster his profile all over the internet! Check it out at Operating in Consciousness.

I’m living vicariously through these two…