So, this post is about what I’m not blogging about:
I’m not going to blog about my haphazard stacks of books that sit strategically around the house, waiting for me to walk by and pick one of them up.
I’m not going to post my Jeff Foxworthy take on, “You know you’re a Dallas Stars fan if…” because, well, after letting it sit in the que for a day it just doesn’t seem as funny. It happens. Many posts don’t make it to the blog for one reason or another.
I’m not going to blog about how I wore a white button-down shirt with my jeans today, eventhough I never do that, and it kind of felt good. Untucked, of course :)
I’m not going to blog about my dreams of being a self-supported musician … not right now, at least.
I’m not going to blog about dealing with difficult people…although, it’s tempting.
I’m not going to blog about the fact that I watched “Nacho Libre” again today and that I think Luchadores are like Mexican ninjas.
I’m not going to blog about my fascination with the string theory, because I don’t know anything about it really.
I’m not going to blog about the fact that, at one time, I applied for an MFA at one of the best schools for creative writing and didn’t get in. It would be a good post, though, trust me.
I’m not going to blog about my three attempts at writing a novel. They’re all hidden somewhere on my hard drive, along with really bad poetry, though.
I’m not going to blog about my search to find a cool winter hat today. Although the one with the fur and the ear-flaps was hip in a very I-don’t-want-to-be-hip way.
No, these are all things I’m not going to blog about. At least, not today anyway.
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