OK, I have to say that since I first posted last night, I've been thinking about it, and I really feel rather self conscious about blogging. I mean, what if I mispell something, or what if I just go off on a rant and everyone thinks I'm crazy. And now that I type that, I realize that this neurotic worrying is itself crazy, and now you, dear reader, know I'm crazy.
I don't know. . .maybe this whole blog thing wasn't such a good idea after all. Hey, is this metablogging--blogging about blogging. Whatever.
I did want to say that when I get the time I'll load pictures of Guinnie and Polly so that when you read their adventures, you can see what they look like. Here's a brief description: Guinevere is extremely beautiful. She's really just as perfectly beautiful as a pup could be. Polly, on the other hand, is certainly cute, but she's not exactly beautiful. Polly's defining characteristic is that she's very, very good. Is it better to be beautiful or good? Guinn and Polly embody this eternal conflict. Even Anne Shirley had a hard time picking between good, beautiful, and clever.
I suppose it's time for me to get ready for work.
a president, a King
13 years ago
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There was a time that I thought I was good and somewhat beautiful (or at least my mother told me so) and now that I realize I am neither I just wish I was clever.
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