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this is awesome for two reasons. reason the first is that if i am emailing these people, then i don't even know that they're gone, much less that i am going to be taking on the additional task of dealing with their annoying phone calls. i have my own annoying phone calls to deal with! reason the second is that i probably can't give these theoretical callers any information. at all. i just don't know anything about anything, and while i'm happy to make something up (hey, they get an answer, and they're happy), it could come back and bite me in the ass when the lie that i made up then gets credited to me. so.
yeah.
can we discuss (and by that i, of course mean i'll yabber on indefinitely and you have no choice but to read my captivating words) blogs for a minute? good, good.
blogs are awesome and terrible. the thing is, i'm writing again (even if i'm neither funny nor deep. also, i'm not meaningful) and this is awesome. i thought bc sucked all of the appeal of writing out of me forever.
roar! i am an eagle's fan and i will suck the life and soul out of you through your nose so that you will never have the desire to write ever again. EVER!or i imagine that's how it went. it all happened so quickly over those three long, tedious years....
but blogging is terrible because it has made me completely break from reality. whenever anything happens, i think, hm...i should blog about this. or if i'm threatening someone about something they've said or done i say, i'm going to write about you in my blog. it's like some terrible alternate universe where i need to blog to exist.
if erin didn't blog in a forest while a tree was falling, would she still exist?
the question is quite disconcerting, i know. and what is the answer? must i blog for things to have actually happened? will my days seem shorter if i blog less because, in fact, less is happening? does the time that i'm playing scrabulous count as this same reality or is it another type of reality altogether?
feel free to answer any of these questions. they aren't rhetorical. no? nothing? fine.
but apparently, i can't process things if i don't blog about them. i'm actually "talking" to saph right now, and our conversation is going something like this:
saph: trevor something something food.
erin: uh huh.
saph: richie something shoes something something hot dog, but he didn't want it something about sandwiches something something he screams.
erin: ha ha! that's funny!
saph: so anyway, we got to the park and something about blogging and conversations.
i think what she's trying to tell me is that she loves me, but i can't confirm this. wait, no, she's trying to get off the phone. i guess i should pay attention to her now.
don't worry, i'll blog about it later.
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