once upon a time there was a blog (it was actually a diary) and it came to life one day when some magic wind of words blew through it and people came from far and wide to oogle and google and doodle comments all over the blog (which was really a diary) and before long there were hundreds of people who put that blog (diary) on their buddy list and that blog felt so loved and full of purpose (I can't imagine where this is going as I glance up at the ceiling nonchalantly)...

hello my diaryland friends, buddies, and other strangers... I am here today to remind me how much I love the free-for-all babbling I do here (even in my sleep, in fact, as it began, especially in my sleep, but that's another time � queue Harry)... there was a time when this was the only daily babbling place, in fact, the only consistently maintained daily writing space... and now, with heart, mind, libido, public private, pubic, panic, and assorted perspectives and other body parts each having a blog space of sorts all their own (not to mention at least seven memory sectors of the mind and a few chakras) and less time to write completely freestyle as I used to due to working day shift and having next to no private writing time (without external human influences in real time and physical space), it becomes more and more challenging to maintain this babbling behind the candoor...

well I walked into the party like... the myspace party like... the party, that is... oh second thought, good grief I can be manic at times... yes, well, I left the special holiday edition and social commentary blog entry up at myspace as long as I could (until the words threatened to blow up my head if I didn't let more out) cuz rants like that deserve maximum exposure and I appreciate the many who perused and the few who commented (just my luck, I live in a world of words and leave everyone speechless... budumdum)...

we could head for a true confessions type blog entry now, or even some sappy romantic poetry, but instead I'll just give you a clear demonstration of why it takes a certain odd temperament and slightly off kilter perspective to put up with my peculiar humors and babbling style by presenting, for your perusal and my egocentric amusement, the balance that keeps me from going over the edge with altruistic pessimistic raps that pound pondering into the ground along with most gentle hearts (I refer, of course, to the previous entry, which represents but one extreme of the roller coaster that I've been riding through the last dozen or so entries and yes, of course that's a subtle encouragement for you to go back and read more)...

ok, as you've probably noticed by the previous entries... or you might step back to the four internet test entries that have expanded due to the injection of babble amidst the ever so insightful internet tests...

yes, I have been seeing other blogs...

there, I said it...

I hope you don't feel too cheated that I am babbling elsewhere, I mean, I've become quite polyblogamorous (but I still love you best, even if I'm not around enough to deserve your attention, alas, {forearm to forehead, head tilted back, Greek tragedy-style} I didn't know what I had here at diaryland 'til it was gone)... oh, the drama...

yes, most of you are gone...

there, I said that too...

yes, we had a great thing for a while, but it doesn't have to end, does it?... I mean, you know I am not seeing other blogs behind your back, right?... well, now you know, right?... oh come on, I've been telling you I've been daily blogging over in RealTime� for months, at least... and you must know all about myspace and all the others... in fact, I've practically begged you to come over and jump into bed with me everywhere else... I know, you don't have the time, you have a headache, and maybe you're even monoblogamous...

it's ok, there are probably twelve step groups...

so anyway (maybe I should just get to it, aye?), I left the social commentary (in case you didn't notice, I mean, in case you didn't see, this is my heart, breaking before you, this is me down on my knees... errr, too much drama?), no really I did leave the special xmas carol entry up as long as I could (until the words threatened to blow up my head if I didn't let them out... remember?) cuz rants like that special xmas rap over at myspace deserve maximum exposure and I appreciate the many who perused and the few who commented... you know how I love comments, right?...

can I lay it on any thicker?...

sure I can, nyuk nyuk...

right, so like I was saying, we could have headed for a true confessions type blog entry when all this catching up started, or we could have stepped up to some sappy romantic poetry, but instead I just continued reaching for comments from elsewhere in the hope you become so jealous of the other lovers I've taken that you simply can not stop yourself from storming right over there and there and there and there to sign yourself up and give me what for (or five or six) in comments now and forever and ever, or at least once a week)...

ummm, amused?...

there's always hope...

yeah, so what I decided to do (over at myspace, that is... and here too, in fact) is borrow from elsewhere (and as I may have mentioned a few times, expanded) in order to give you a first hand demonstration of why I get so few comments it takes a certain odd temperament and slightly off kilter perspective to put up with my peculiar humors and babbling style to keep coming back (and read the same thing over and over again in different words... sometimes in the same words... no less having something to say in response) by presenting, for your in depth perusal at your leisure and my egocentric amusement at mine, the precarious balance that keeps me from going over the edge with altruistic pessimistic raps that pound pondering into the ground along with most gentle hearts (I refer, of course, to the previous entry, which represents but one extreme of the roller coaster that I've been riding through the last dozen or so entries over at the myspace blog and yes, of course that's a subtle {like a brick to the forehead} encouragement for you to go read more)...

vain?... somebody say vain?...

anyone who comments here is the most specialist of special people in the whole world...

so there...













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