dust and i were discussing the idea of blogs last night, and how it's bizarre to think that so many people are interested in the average, everyday kind of stuff that comes out in a blog. for example, i've blogged about things as mundane as what can be found in my purse. because everyone needs to know that i currently have, in my purse:
excederin
aveeno lotion
lip balm (two kinds)
eyeliner (still in there from the NIN show b/c a NIN show is not a NIN show without eyeliner)
wallet
slips of paper that read "impeach" and "george is watching you" for me to disperse in random public places
loose change that i'll eventually need to pay for groceries at some point
blue gloves
a black knitted hat
a few mike and ike candies that fell out of the box while i was at the movies last night
fresh pack of camel turkish golds
three lighters (though i can never actually find them when i need them)
parking ramp card (sign of true adulthood: paid parking)
for some reason, i'm compelled to share that information. why? i don't know!
and my life in this blog is pretty open-book... there is very little i won't divulge in this public forum. that's not to say i don't keep some things private --- i do keep stuff off here, b/c there are things people don't need to know, don't want to know, and shouldn't know about me.
so do we really ever know other bloggers? is a blog, no matter how extensive it reads, really only five percent of who we are?
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