Sometimes I like to go back and read through my old posts, sort of a combination of blogging and masturbating.
Blasturbogging, masturblogging, yeah that ones better...masturblogging. So I did this just now, a little masturblogging, and boy is my hand tired. (i had to) And what I discovered is what every blogger must eventually find out about themselves...If I'd known how bad I sucked in the beginning, I would never have continued to humiliate myself this way.
Now I just don't give a crap. (read she's full of shit) Not like I have a corporate position in limbo due to publishing my radical, alternative lifestyle on the Internet. Oh no, it's worse. Last night as I was lying in bed stressing about the cartoon commitment, it dawned on me why the other moms at Mer-boys school may have been giving me that look, and drawing their young nearer to their bosom as I approach each day after school.
Why after nearly a month of seeing these women daily, Monday through Friday, not ONE of them has bothered to ask me anything about myself. Not one. Not even a "Do you work?" or a "Are you married?", perhaps a casual "Is Al your only child?", but hell no...nothing. The self-centered bitc--wait a sec, I thought...they don't NEED to.
When I joined the PTA, the head PTA person, I'll call her "The Ringleader", had me join their Google group. I swear to God, I just layed there and broke out in a cold sweat, at the realization that they...each and every PTA member, had a red carpet invitation right smack dab here.
No, they most likely didn't, I'm just the kind of person people feel the need to shield their children from...happens all the time. I break out in show tunes in line at Target, wouldn't you? As far as the lack of interest in my personal life...hell maybe I'm just a freak they don't want to talk to, in any case it made me think about how anonymous I might want to be from now on.
I of course mean Ringleader lovingly.
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