I am not insane

I have to take on a secret identity so I may speak my mind freely. Nobody famous. Just working while female. Female while thinking. Thinking while breathing. Breathing while working. All done while not come unraveling.

This beats talking to myself inside my head. Really. You should try it sometimes.

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p.s. I am not insane.

p.p.s. That is one of Sarah Bettens’ songs

p.p.p.s. I am a child of Ervin Goffman.  (Actually, I often wonder what Ervin Goffman would say about Social Media.  Think he’d have a ball pondering the Presentations of Selves on Facebook?)  It is ironic that in this increasingly Schizophrenic world, our selves have to reside in so many different fragments in order to become whole, to stay sane.  You can find me on Facebook, tumblr, StumbleUpon, Flickr, HuffPost, Posterous and of course, Twitter.

p.p.p.p.s. I suck at arts and crafts in real life. I cannot sew for my life. When it comes to the Interweb though, I am a star at making shit up. Here is shit I made when I was not reading your blogs.

p.p.p.p.p.s. There are 133 million blogs out there (as of January 2009).  So many blogs, so little time.  It is only fair that I provide some sort of Blog Advisory System before you decide to spend more time here. I am conscientious about not wasting people’s time. I am cool like that. You are welcome.

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I get really excited about comments. It is like Christmas morning (deleted because the Cliche police called me up) I wet my pants, just a little, every time I see a comment. Feel free to drop me a line in any of the Comment section or if you are one of those Facebook fanatics, please stop by my page and Be my friend! , or if you are old-fashioned, you could email me through the contact form below.

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