I guess I'm just not a blogger at heart

You know, when this whole thing first came out, I thought, "Hey - I can do that!" And I did, for awhile. Then I stopped, for awhile. Then I started again. And on it went.

I guess that's what happens with everything for me. Shoot, I even have a Facebook account. When I first got on, I was posting on everything. Now, I just go to play Bejeweled. I use Status Shuffle to find things to put in my status, because I can't come up with anything that won't sound lame.

As you can tell, I haven't posted anything on my blog in ages. And I probably won't for ages after this. It's not that I don't want to. It's just . . . I don't really have much to say. Well, that's not true. I have things to say - but that old adage, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" keeps popping in my head. And most of the things I want to say could be construed as hurtful.

Truthfully, I don't want to be hurtful. I want to be fun and upbeat. I want to be that person people say, "She's so fun to be around/read/socialize with," etc. Sadly, my venom tends to leak out when I least expect it. I've never been able to hide my emotions. And if I'm angry, I will write angry, and that's not the person I want to be.

So, I'll just stay quiet until I have something good to say.

Just don't hold your breath until then . . .