tavie.com

Some things.
1. I know too many nice people. Nice people, stop contacting me! I can't stand it! I'll never be worthy. My plate is full. I am bloated with and drowning in sweet people. And I've got a sweet tooth; don't think I can resist if you people just stumble along into my path. You have to actively steer yourselves AWAY from me.
2. How does everyone know I have a blog now? I'm so embarrassed about it, you know, because I just don't understand the blog culture and I implemented it thinking if I learn how to make it nice I can replace my Foley Updating System (as it currently stands) to be more conveniently, you know, updated. But then, as we all did, I started enjoying the "sound" of my own "voice" and my omphaloskepsis ("navel-gazing", chilluns) and here I am. Notice how no entries are marked with a "pm".
3. I'll be John Adams from 1776 now: Is anybody there? Does anybody care? Does anybody
see what I see?
4. Seriously, how does everyone know I have a blog? Is it tattooed on me somewhere? Even my SISTER found it, and god knows she's not interested in the minutiae of my
live. It's eerie, man. And embarrassing. I am now the typical insomniac TMBG-loving alternateen wannabe talking to herself online.
5. ERIN, get over here and FIX this thing. Make it pretty. Make it useful. Make it match my wardrobe.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:15 AM | shower me with attention