neglect and avoidance and my breasts...

Poor blog...I've neglected you. Also, I've avoided you.

You see, I don't really like to write negative blog posts. I know I do. I also know I can be incredibly negative on Twitter (especially about my job). I also know that it irritates people.

Not as much as constantly talking about my bra and my breasts seem to irritate some but that's a blog for another day (apparently).

Wait, I want to digress.

You know, I follow a lot of people. I follow people who tweet a lot and I follow real people because I like to get to know individuals and make friends. You know, SOCIAL NETWORK. Now do I enjoy everything I see tweeted? Do I agree? I'm irritated by some tweets about sports, politics, movies, vulgarity, etc. I think the difference is...I don't complain about it. I just move on. Additionally, I don't get followers who needle me about the things I tweet that they don't have any interest in. Just. Move. On.

And if my breasts hurt and I have to take off my bra and I want to tweet it, you can always UNFOLLOW my bra-less butt.

Digression over.

Anyway, I've been depressed about many things hence the lack of blogging. I should force myself to write regardless, but I feel when I'm blue that I end up writing self-pitiful crap that just makes it all worse.

Thankfully, I'm watching "My Man Godfrey" this morning, and it's impossible to feel sorry for yourself when you're watching Carole Lombard and William Powell flirt. You may think I'm being flippant, but I'm really not. Watch the film and see if it doesn't make you happier.

Happy Saturday.

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