My Rant

You know what? You don't have to tell me over and over and over again. I know. Okay?! Just stop bugging me. And treat me with a little more respect, why don't you? I do at least half the work HE does. And I don't even ask for pay. I mean, what would this household do without me? So just, like, stop. And I don't expect anything like that. And my life could use some shaping up. And I wish my love life would take a turn for the better for once in my life. I mean, come on.
This has been a rant by an anonymous person. Thank you.

That's It.

Oh, you guys. You are getting the hang of it. Nice ranting on the comments there. Yup.
Now, ready for the secret?
Okay!
And by the way, B.J., you rant on THIS blog. Now lean in close . . . I'll tell you how.
Ready?
Okay. You'll log into MY account . . .
and publish your ranting!
Yeah. Pretty cool, huh?
Wait. But HOW, you ask?
Well . . .
Sign in name: iwishidoverslept@yahoo.com
Password: CallingAllYouExtras
Uh-huh. As long as you don't . . .
1. Change my profile
2. Publish any comments (I do that)
3. Delete this blog
4. Delete any posts
5. Comment on any other blogs under my name.
If ANYONE does ANY of those things, this blog is buh-bye for good.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, if you believe in such things.
-I Wish I Hadn't/Wasn't/Couldn't

Hello, Billie Jean and Faith-Hope-Love-Joy

It has come to my attention that I have a small audience now. Welcome to Faith-Hope-Love-Joy and Billie Jean, who have now started following my blog. That is wonderful. I am very glad my blog will be known by at least two people. That is very good. Yes.
Billie Jean, I do not like Three Doors Down because I don't really like to get into anything too mainstream. You know? I mean, they're not exactly mainstream and nothing against them or anything, their music is fine, but sometimes it's fun just to . . . do your own thing. I mean, I guess I don't LOATHE them, but . . . none of the music over there is by my favorite artists. So I hope I didn't offend anyone, but this blog IS for free expression.
And since I have an audience, however small . . .
I just might tell you the SECRET.
Small Evidence Created Randomly, Evidently importanT.
The SECRET, meaning how to yell and scream and stomp around without having to hold back. Or, what I find helpful (which is why I want to stay anonymous), is just saying things like this, so I'm going to do on my own blog what you will hopfully be doing soon: "Ranting".
This is kind of frustrating. I mean, I know that we're short on money. You don't really have to yell it in my face. And I miss that. I miss all that time. I want more time. I have a million different things to do. I want to start LIVING. I want to have a life, and family, and I want to be KNOWN. I want to have a different image. Right now, I'm just "that person" that no one knows. "That one girl" or "that weird boy". I want an IDENTITY. I want a different face. I want to be SPECIAL. Yes, that Special. I want my face and body to match what I am inside. But we can't even do that, can we.
There. That was an example. So get your ranting ready people, because here it comes . . . .
-I Wish I Hadn't/Wasn't/Couldn't

Supermassive Hot N' Strong It's Not My Broken Dreams

I added a playlist. Over there.
These aren't exactly songs I like (I absolutely loathe Three Doors Down and Katy Perry), but I thought they kind of fitted this blog. I hope you agree.
Don't forget to type.
-I Wish I Hadn't/Wasn't/Couldn't

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Big cheer, wish you were here,
waiting for the world
to disappear.
Calling on fear
I'm lost in tears
Falling through darkness
Nothing is clear.
Can't trust anyone.

Are you sincere?

I Wish I Hadn't/Wasn't/Couldn't

A Random Note

I will tell you (eventually) how to tell the Internet your feelings. But not right now. As soon as I'm sure I have an audience.
-I Wish I Hadn't/Wasn't/Couldn't

This One's Different

Hi, all you out there.
If you have ever felt like a misfit, or a loner, an Extra, an idiot, well, join the club. Because you know what? This blog is different. I'm hoping that it is, anyway.
This is where you come to vent those feelings. True, right now I'm the writing one. But this blog is different. Because you do the talking. You don't have to sign. You can yell and scream and stomp around all you want. I feel a lot better after doing that kind of thing, anyway. But how do you do the talking? That's easy.
Stay tuned for more on The Blog That Was Different.
-I Wish I Hadn't/Wasn't/Couldn't