Saturday, March 24, 2012
Wait.......... I think i've gotta redo this
Seems how this was written like last year, I've changed a bit, situations and relationships have changed, and I think I may have to redo this. It doesn't feel right writing it the way it was, I want to write it they way it is..... I will work on it, leave some the same, but I don't want to leave the old in where the new should be.
B is for Background
**I've been procrastinating on putting another post on this blog because it took about a month to get 1 view for A..... depressing huh?
(This part may, or may not be boring...and may perhaps be short and not too detailed... but deal with it.)
I was born in Muskegan, Michigan, now as to why I moved to the sucky state of Maine... well... that is a longish story, the kind of story that is 1). Slightly personal (then again, I don't know too much about personal things...) and 2). The kind of story that grows into... well, let's just say my life story? (and the perfect beginning to a story!) And you really don't wanna hear about that, now do you?
So! Here I am attempting to tell you about my background...*sigh* I don't know what you want to know... This is the moment I would ask "Well, whada wanna know?" but in this case i have nobody to reply... I do like questions :) (not the police interrogation kind, but more of the friendly interrogation ones.) The are so much easier to answer. Instead of scrambling around, attempting (but perhaps failing?) to find something one may be interested in... oh boy.. and this is when it all falls back to my life being boring. *throws hands up in exasperation* It's time for a snack *mumbles to self* "damn, only been at this for an hour! Just look at this!"
Okay, juice and graham crackers (God! Do I feel like a 3rd grade girl-scout at coloring club!! - speaking of which, I was never in girl scouts. I did however help my friend pass out cookies... Pfffft girl scout cookies.. stupid concept, great cookies! *wonders if they have girl scout cookies in China or Africa* But, I would -may- join a coloring club if one existed... I love coloring! :) )
Alright, background.... So it seems if I want to really write a good autobiography I can't keep things that may turn this into something really good. So I will tell you the secret stuff (shhh! We're all spies ;) ) (Now now, don't go peeing your pants from excitement, XD I can't tell you it all...)
So, it's about my biological father. Who -to me, and very most likely to everybody else, including his family... well, we all consider him dead. "Wow, that's awful!" you say? Well, no. He's a stalker/pedophile. To me, he's only a sperm donor at most.
Yes, yes, I can see your eyes widen with awe as you ingest this information. "Wow, this story's deeper than I thought" you think. Why yes, it is. But the rest of it is very personal. Even I know it is, therefore, I polity ask you to stick you nose out of it :)
(This part may, or may not be boring...and may perhaps be short and not too detailed... but deal with it.)
I was born in Muskegan, Michigan, now as to why I moved to the sucky state of Maine... well... that is a longish story, the kind of story that is 1). Slightly personal (then again, I don't know too much about personal things...) and 2). The kind of story that grows into... well, let's just say my life story? (and the perfect beginning to a story!) And you really don't wanna hear about that, now do you?
So! Here I am attempting to tell you about my background...*sigh* I don't know what you want to know... This is the moment I would ask "Well, whada wanna know?" but in this case i have nobody to reply... I do like questions :) (not the police interrogation kind, but more of the friendly interrogation ones.) The are so much easier to answer. Instead of scrambling around, attempting (but perhaps failing?) to find something one may be interested in... oh boy.. and this is when it all falls back to my life being boring. *throws hands up in exasperation* It's time for a snack *mumbles to self* "damn, only been at this for an hour! Just look at this!"
Okay, juice and graham crackers (God! Do I feel like a 3rd grade girl-scout at coloring club!! - speaking of which, I was never in girl scouts. I did however help my friend pass out cookies... Pfffft girl scout cookies.. stupid concept, great cookies! *wonders if they have girl scout cookies in China or Africa* But, I would -may- join a coloring club if one existed... I love coloring! :) )
Alright, background.... So it seems if I want to really write a good autobiography I can't keep things that may turn this into something really good. So I will tell you the secret stuff (shhh! We're all spies ;) ) (Now now, don't go peeing your pants from excitement, XD I can't tell you it all...)
So, it's about my biological father. Who -to me, and very most likely to everybody else, including his family... well, we all consider him dead. "Wow, that's awful!" you say? Well, no. He's a stalker/pedophile. To me, he's only a sperm donor at most.
Yes, yes, I can see your eyes widen with awe as you ingest this information. "Wow, this story's deeper than I thought" you think. Why yes, it is. But the rest of it is very personal. Even I know it is, therefore, I polity ask you to stick you nose out of it :)
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