Well apparently I haven't written anything worth replying to in my last 4 posts. Which, means that either, people don't like poetry, never see my site, or are too speechless by how moved they are by my words that they're unable to convey their thoughts on my comment boards. More than likely though, it's really just a result of my man Unfairman not being logged on recently.
It is true though that many on Joeuser are post count whores. Topics are prostituted for the highest amount of replies possible. I guess that really doesn't matter to me anyway since I never intented to claw my way to the top 10 bloggers on joeuser. It just goes to show that perhaps we need other guages of what makes a good blog. I could easily sell out with my 2 1/2 cents about abortion, Martha Stewart, The Passion of Christ, or whatever....but really, I don't read people's blogs to discuss the news. I thought we were supposed to be getting personal glimpses into peoples lives that they are able to share with us. Isn't that what this is supposed to be about?
Okay rant asside, here's my ish.
I had the great luxury of being incredibly sleep deprived yesterday as a result of an unexpected guest that's been on the mind a lot recently. I won't exploit the details of my great luck in fear that it may hinder future chances of it happening, but let's just say it awoke many senses in me that have been slumbering for a long time....in such a way that getting a hour or two of sleep was very refreshing.
I was invited to a gathering in the burbs to see one of my friends who is leaving for New Mexico in two weeks. These two weeks, I will likely be confronted with "you gotta hang out with me, I leave in two weeks. You gotta hang out with me, I leave in 13 days," etc. etc.. And that's cool because he's one of my boys and someone I'd love to devote my time to.....just stop guilting people...ha ha. So because his party, or whatever classification it might fall under, was held by his older brother as well, I again experienced a very cliquey evening where only the crew from my high school class hung out together and vice-a-versa. So I dipped out pretty early and stayed at ma and pas house instead of driving all the way back to my apartment.
Now all this life needs is to go out to breakfast, but some groceries (in that order, because buying groceries when you're hungry is dangerous) and figure out how to get that unexpected guest to be an expected guest in the future.
Peace,
Suspeckted