Through my huge lesbian crush on Marieke Hardy and reading through 142 pages of her blog, from 2007, systematically, so I don't miss one SINGLE word of her repartee, I have found so many cool blogs, written by people who are funny and interesting, and whilst making me ecstatically happy that these people exist, it does put one's own life in a harsh perspective and make me feel rather undeducated and intellectually disabled.

I had a big breakdown to my Mum in the backseat of the car, in Olive St, outside of Baker Motors, so it was highly innappropriate but kind of nice too, since I just told her all the stuff I've been thinking about for the last month and a half. I think we got somewhere. Which is something, since I am the most stubborn, irritating, grudge-holding and irrational person ever sometimes and she just manages to make me feel so fucking pissed off for no reason. Which of course, doesn't help my sneaking suspicion that I'm a bad person.

Does everyone who starts a blog begin to think, at some point, they were being very presumptuous when they entered the blogosphere? As in, entertaining the idea that people enjoyed reading their thoughts on life? Or whatever it is you do. I'm starting to feel this way. And time spent here is time away from Marieke. No good on any account. But you know, I'll keep going? Maybe it's a perserverence thing....but they said that about the Iraq War, and that seems to be working out super duper-ly well for all involved.