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I was originally going to title this "Blog on Blog" to sound like Dylan's Blonde on Blonde LP. But, I thought the "action" sounded sexier. And as Nigel Tuffnel said in Spinal Tap "What's wrong with being sexy?"
So, I get this call on my Reader voice mail. This woman wanted to know why I don't talk more about my daily life on this blog, like what I do during the day.
Here is why. Who cares? I'll give you an example:
This morning I woke up at 10 a.m. I had some cereal. The milk smelled bad, so I threw it away (it still had 3 days before the expiration date, too). I swam some laps in the pool, wondering why I never get those cramps you are supposed to get if you don't wait an hour.
I had Italian for lunch. The waitress brought my friends and I a pie with the wrong topping. We still tipped her well, though. Hey, she was cute.
I saw some old friends at a party. Then, went to two parties I'll be writing about in the future.
See. Lame, lame, lame. I'd much rather pick a topic for the day, and rant about it.
But if that woman calls back, and decides she liked hearing about my breakfast and lunch, I'll occasionally throw those ones in.
Like the waitress that brought us extra garlic bread for free, I like to make the customers (readers) happy.
Mmmmmm......pizza.
I was originally going to title this "Blog on Blog" to sound like Dylan's Blonde on Blonde LP. But, I thought the "action" sounded sexier. And as Nigel Tuffnel said in Spinal Tap "What's wrong with being sexy?"
So, I get this call on my Reader voice mail. This woman wanted to know why I don't talk more about my daily life on this blog, like what I do during the day.
Here is why. Who cares? I'll give you an example:
This morning I woke up at 10 a.m. I had some cereal. The milk smelled bad, so I threw it away (it still had 3 days before the expiration date, too). I swam some laps in the pool, wondering why I never get those cramps you are supposed to get if you don't wait an hour.
I had Italian for lunch. The waitress brought my friends and I a pie with the wrong topping. We still tipped her well, though. Hey, she was cute.
I saw some old friends at a party. Then, went to two parties I'll be writing about in the future.
See. Lame, lame, lame. I'd much rather pick a topic for the day, and rant about it.
But if that woman calls back, and decides she liked hearing about my breakfast and lunch, I'll occasionally throw those ones in.
Like the waitress that brought us extra garlic bread for free, I like to make the customers (readers) happy.
Mmmmmm......pizza.