After a failed blogger identity attempt earlier this week, I think I've finally decided the type of blogger I want to be...
Drum roll please...
Me. I just want to be me. Not a version of me. Not something I wish I was like maybe a hardcore Buddhist, or someone I wish I was...although...wait...I take that back. I'm pretty sure I'd like to be Jennifer Anniston right now...underneath..NO...on top of John Mayer screaming about how his body IS a wonderland.
This blog is about me. My thoughts. My feelings (watch out boys it might actually get sentimental), and perhaps some craziness as well.
I was thinking about what type of inaugural blog I would put up. What topic I would choose to divulge to the public the type of girl they can expect me to be. The only thing I could deem appropriate enough was a blog that I posted on Myspace about four months ago or so. I'd say it's a wonderful representation of the "craziness" aspect of what you'll find here. So...here it is. I hope you enjoy it...and come back for more!
Thanks for stopping by....world.
Is Bigger Really Better? ---blog from Myspace
In a country that prides itself on the size of its trucks, value meals, super markets, and let's face it folks...people, it doesn't take a person much to begin to think if bigger really is better. Every thing is super sized! Does that mean that our men must be as well? That's right...I'm talking about penis', people! Dicks, cocks, roosters, dongs, weeners, johnsons (sadly my brother's called me "Johnson" growing up)...and my personal favorite, trouser snakes...whatever you want to call it...does its size really matter? Every day I get a slew of spam e-mail about how to enlarge those special organs that we love so much. Everything from pumps to pills to make your little man a better man. But cmon...how small can it get?
After recently viewing the link that I've attached to this blog I stand corrected about the phrase "bigger is better". And to be perfectly honest with you, I'm not sure how I would react if ever face to face with what can only be described as a natural disaster. So my question to you, dear readers, is how would you react if ever in the presence of such...smallness? Would you break up with them? Would you give them a chance? What if you couldn't even feel it? A friend of mine asked me what I personally would do and I'm just...not sure. I hope that's not horribly insensitive...but sadly...it's the truth. What do you think?