Did I tell ya about the time I...

I think I've gotten to the point in my blog where I just start reposting about the same shit, over and over. And I'm not talking about recurrent themes, because obviously I have that goin' on. I mean, how many times can I possibly talk about my fat ass, man troubles, my penchant for dancing, clutziness and, well, basically about MYSELF? Quite frankly, I'm becoming tiresome.

Oops, that went off topic for a bit, it wasn't repetitive themes and my completely assinine self-focusedness that I was going to talk about right now. I was talking about rewriting the same posts, again and again. Next thing you know, I'll forget that I've already written about my extreme shower thantophobia or that I already told ya'll that I bit it on the ice in front of the Education building, and I'll end up working it into another story here on my blog. BO-RING!

Case in point, I came across this post the other day: why i oughta... which is about my frustration with the printer in our office, LAST MARCH. This post is almost a dead ringer for something I posted just a couple weeks ago about the new printer: Death threat to printer. I could hardly believe it. Pretty soon I'm going to have to preface every post with: "Did I post about the time I..."

In fact, I'm even getting to the time in my life where I have to preface every story with: "Did I tell ya about the time I..." because I have no idea who I've told what to. And now that I have a blog, it's even worse! I have to start a lot of conversations with: "Did you read my blog post about..."

Maybe I should go back to being mute. Complete muteness.

And after that fiasco with the search engine words in a previous post, I think I should go for Alzeimer's testing.

Next thing you know I'm going to be repeating EVERYTHING, including my mistakes with men. Oh. Yeah. Boring repeated theme. Backspace NOW.

So here's the answer to both repetitive posts, repeated themes AND my completely assinine self-focusedness. Tomorrow, I'm NOT going to talk about ME. I'm going to talk about SOMEONE ELSE. Wah ha ha ha ha! You'd better HOPE and PRAY that it's not YOU, because I can turn this extreme self-deprecation problem right around and deprecate your sorry ass for a change!!! That's right. You're gonna WISH I'd talk about myself again!!! Just you wait.

Hmm... I've never told anyone that I was going to deprecate their ass before. It sounds kind of tough. I like it. I think I'm going to serve up that sidedish a little more often.

Sidenote: Are you thinking right now that I've lost it? My question to you, how can a person lose something they never had? Further to that, in those songs where they say "like the desert misses the rain" or whatever... Does that mean the desert doesn't miss the rain because it never had it OR the desert doesn't know what it's missing so doesn't even know to miss it OR that the desert doesn't need the rain because it's perfectly fine the way it is, in fact, it's not even supposed to have rain? Hmm. I used to think the desert would miss and need the rain, because we think of deserts as being a bad situation... I'm confused.

That's it, I cannot possibly talk about deserts and rain ANYmore. See what happens when I don't talk about myself? Or was I, subconsciously? Good Lord. I'm bailing on this convo. TIME TO GO. bye.