:: Monday, April 10, 2006 ::

"Can't wear my mask, your first, my last..." (Pearl Jam)

I haven't been able to stay away from Pearl Jam lately. Not that that's anything new... We generally have a sordid affair every few months. Anyway.

I'm not sure how I feel about my blog anymore. When it started, sometime in the pre-Xanga caveman era, I wrote for people I actually talked to... though I suppose it could be argued that we talked because I blogged. My entries were about conversations or fueled new ones.
Now, the Disasterpiece feels more like a Christmas newsletter -- the only way I keep in touch with a lot of people. And I'm no good with Christmas newsletters; I end up sounding like a cross between Superwoman and Airhead. I suppose that's why I've failed abysmally at my resolution of writing a sentence each day. (Can I apply these sentences to skipped days?)
I'll keep trying though, because in the end, I have a fuzzy spot in my heart for this blog and for the three of you who read it. :)

Labels: Broiled Brain

:: Bethany Bassett - 2:33 PM :: + ::