Silly me, I just found my paper journal, which hasn't been written in since August 2005. I looked everywhere and of course, it'd have to be neatly placed in my bookcase. Or perhaps, someone had borrowed it and then secretly stuck it back in there? Not that it'd be at all interesting for anyone to read, well, maybe certain parties... So I guess I can go back to writing whatevers in that (even though the security/preservation/searchability in a paper journal is so poor). I just feel like I can write anything in that. While I could technically do that electronically, one of these days I'd just go nuts and inexplicably post it online somewhere for everyone to read my embarrassingly innermost thoughts.

One bad thing about rereading one of my numerous journals (started in jr. high) is that I'll just start cringing at all the stupid things I've done or thought over the years. But it does help in reconstructing what the heck I was doing back then, if anything... I wasn't always this gorgeous, witty, intelligent and polished woman that I am now. (just kidding... I myself am gagging now...)

What I've always been doing, on paper and electronically, is to just write whatever is flowing through my scattered brain at the moment. This means, no proper story telling, no aesthetically pleasing sentences, no hilarious punchline at the end, no coherence whatsoever. Does this make me sound sophomoric? Sure, but who ever said I had to write complete sentences like a Pulitzer winner? (Even they have sentence fragments.) So technically I am fulfilling my purpose in maintaining this blog in the first place: bombarding you with lameness and endless pictures from my slowly-evolving life. Yesh? Me do good job? Yippee. Keep your eyes rolled peeps.

If I had the time or motivation to put up my friends' links, you could actually read some good writing, mundane things made hilarious, whereas here you gots nothing but to reconstruct what the heck Frances has been doing on her Friday nights. Still at least some ain't rotten eggs entirely.

So yeah, I love me, who else does?