My Blogemy

Yes. That's what I'm calling this blasted thing that invokes as much guilt as walking through an animal shelter knowing half of those beautiful dogs won't leave that horrid place.
Blogging is tedious. And a little time consuming. Not to mention, I'm such a control freak and perfectionist that I feel I should entertain as well as inform every time I write. My mom says I'm 'hilarious'...but I don't see it so much and it's all I can do not to over-analyze and re-read everything I write before I post it. You don't understand...I'm a lunatic when it comes to this. Which is probably why I try to avoid it at all costs. I think "hmm I'm tired", or "hmm...not tonight", or "hmmm I don't feel like it", or "hmmm maybe later." -- The self excuses never end. Kind of like a Bette Midler ballad....btw, Wind Beneath My Wings just KEEPS GOING. Don't get me wrong, the Divine Miss M is my role model, but honestly....how many times can you say 'fly' at the end of a song before someone goes "spread your wings, god damn it!"
On a more depressing note, I am still jobless. The Job Market (my other enemy...a close second to the blogosphere) is kicking my ass up and down and all around. It's...lovely. You'd think that I'd find something...anything!...by this point. But no. I can't find my purpose. As Princeton said in Avenue Q "I've gotta find my purpose..." -- granted, he was singing about it and he is a puppet...but that doesn't matter...doesn't make it less true.
I tried using italics up there...no clue if it will work. It had some strange code that inserted automatically when I pressed the little italic 'i'....and I was like "wait, wtf?...awkward."
Bed time! KU game tomorrow! Mimosa's and eggs at 8:30am! Woooo! ROCK CHALK.