Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Lost

Sometimes I sit and stare at this template for a while and then, dejected, exit.

It's not that I don't have things to say (seriously, me?), it's more that...I want to say things I can't. The random musings that almost to a one will cause someone to be upset with me about all, or part, or whatever they think it is that I have said.

It's like I've lost my FuckIt.

5 little kittens say Meow:

Lin said...

That sucks! I'm sure it has a lot to do with people you know IRL reading your posts. I know that would for sure throw me off of writting everything that's on my mind.

Maybe you can start another blog & make it private for those you only want reading *shrug*.

Ima Wurdibitsch said...

I don't recall how I found you but you're in my feed reader. When I saw what you posted today, it was like you read my mind. I, too, am caught between what I want to say, what I need to say, and what that would do to people I love.

Anonymous said...

I'm going to comment anonymously so people don't necessarily figure out where you *might* end up, but you're always welcome to an anonymous ranty guest post on my blog.

Signed,
Your Interwebz GF Who Hopes You Get This Hint... hehe

xoxo

Nadine Hightower said...

I feel you.

kwr221 said...

I know this an old post but..
You nailed it. ... same reason why I can't blog anymore.

I don't know if I ever had a fuckit, but I certainly don't know how how to tell a witty story anymore or even an interesting way to complain. it's gone.


...on a semi-related note, I got bitched at last night on the phone by dh because I made a fb comment on a page of someone who is his employee and he heard about it on his staff retreat? I know, right? f-ed up. He says he doesn't want to two worlds to mix. @@ And all I did was say "where's the pic?" when someone posted that Snoop DOg is staying at the same hotel they are. shoot me now.