Welcome to my internal dialogue. Routinely ridiculous, intermittently inappropriate, periodically profound — and sometimes even alliterative. I have a pretty well-exercised censorship filter running from my brain to my mouth — it’s been fine-tuned from a career path that has meandered through politics, journalism and education. I champion the carefully chosen word.
But every now and again, and by that I mean almost every day, what I would *like* to say is a lot more cathartic. Ever heard that Dear Abby-esque advice to write what you want to say in a letter and then throw it away or burn it? I decided to write the letters, and then put them on the internet.
So this is me, Not Going Postal.
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I’m liking it so far! I’ve always liked your ramblings and now I get them anytime I like…and I don’t have to fear for my life in the woods while hearing them. This is much safer.
I can tell, just TELL, that this is going to be my very favorite blog on the whole wide internet. MUAC!
Found you through Canarygirl & just wanted to say Welcome to the Interwebs! Love what you’ve got so far… I can see that we’ll get along just fine…:-) I’ll be happy to post a link to you on my humble, rather erratic blog, Flamingo Musings, so drop byfrom time to time, if you get the chance!
Love it! When I need a smile for the day, I’ll be coming here. Good job.
Hi!
Just stopped over from Elle’s and read through your posts. Too,too funny! I can relate, some, ha-ha! I’ll be back…..
~ingrid
well i arrived in late july and worked my way back and now i’ve reached the end..er start..i still have 4 hours until my tribe need collecting…what am i going to do now til then????
ok toilet cleaning and vacuuming yipeeee..
see you back in July