Life… a strange but great joy.
I want to be a tornado and enjoy my ride. I want it to be a lasting ride. Be in the middle of it and not have to look around me. That is my blog. That was my blog.
Until people call me out on it. Sometimes I want to delete my blog, sometimes I want to make it more personal. But do I want to show more? I don’t in real life… why should I do so on the word wide hug web?
This has been my rant zone months long, sometimes an annoying rant zone I’ld like to delete. Other times I’ld like to manually import all the comments from Haloscan.
A momentum, nothing less, nothing more… that is what this blog is. And a great url I think. Sometimes I want to pick up with the old times and 20 comments/post, but therefore, I don’t comment enough at other blogs. I don’t participate in any traffic exchanges… and I don’t have kids to post about.
My clients surely behave well lately. A-Listers bore me and so on. You get the picture I guess.
Funnily my list of drafts grows steadily. Personal posts, the other Franky stuff. Rare have been the times where I was personal here. Maybe one day I’ll learn it… but it means changing 30 years. Besides that… who cares.
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1 Lisa // Aug 13, 2006 at 4:30 am// View all comments by Lisa//
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Are you in my head? It sounds like you are going through the same thing I’m going through in a way. I had to go dark on my blog because I’m afraid if I start to write about what’s going on people will think I’m a psychotic mess and call 911.
I think might be having some kind of nervous breakdown or something. Maybe I just need a martini.
Fuck A-Listers. I don’t read their self pretentious bullshit anyway. Not one single one of them. And it’s because they are A-Listers.
Dooce makes me want to puke. She’s a moron in my opinion. Her writing skills and sense of humor are no better than the average blogger…my fucking opinion.
Oh, just fuck everyone, OK?
2 swan_pr // Aug 13, 2006 at 10:24 pm// View all comments by swan_pr//
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Your personal posts are really good. great reads. the other Frankie? he’s always around. never far. I hope you let him through.