(but really--who are you?)
I remember one of my roomates in college said that if she found my journal and started reading it she would probably fall asleep. "SNORE!" is the exact word she used.
Wow, thank you banshee roommate. I wasn't too offended since she was somewhat of a wild child and lets just say the things that were written in our journals were probably very...different. I'm sure if I read her journal my virgin eyes would melt and i would feel pretty violated and stripped of my innocence.
let's stop there.
Anyway, back to my point--my blog seems a little dry and i'm sorry if you hate looking at my plants, or hearing me gush about my husband, or think it's a waste of time reading about all the reasons I love my Dad. It is therapeutic for me.
It is also therapeutic talking to my best friend who just happens to have a birthday this weekend. I think it would be a lot more interesting if I blogged about the conversations I have with that girl. Now THAT would be quality blogging.
Even my old roommate would enjoy that.