Verse.

So, I tried to put music on this thing, but I couldn't figure out what song I wanted on here.

My mood changes so often, it would be hard to get one to fit every mood of mine, and to fit the
words of my posts.

Ya know?

While I was making some template changes, I made a few others.

I got this facebook message this morning from Mike Bowers.

One of my "bosses" (even though he said in his message that his last day was June 1, so he'll never actually BE my boss.

Anyway, he stumbled upon my blog when he googled himself (May I just interject, I would LOVE to go back 50 years and let someone read this...although it would probably have to be printed out or something, because if you handed someone a computer that would blow their mind, and they wouldn't be confused by the new words that have emerged lately, which would down play the point I'm trying to make. Blog's a funny word.) So....ok. Mike's last day is June 1. I just lost my thought. Fuck.

OK, so, the message was that Mike found my blog when he googled himself (I'm not holding this against him, I've totally done it before), and I think he was just warning me to be careful (infact, that's eaactly what it was) about what I put up on the internet.

I wonder if he read around, or if he just read the one about him. Hum... I wouldn't really care. There are some stupid things on here, some stories, some rants, etc. I don't think it really matters.

Anyway, he said that he had a story from a few years back about stuff on the internet, and I could ask him about it. Which I fully intend to do, if the occasion ever arises.

This is an except from the message he sent:

"In all seriousness, do let me offer an unsolicited word of advice: be careful about what you put online, regardless of how many (or how few) people you think read your blog, look at your profile, etc. I had quite the crisis several years ago because of that. If you ever want to hear about it, stop by and ask. :-"

How nice is that? And what exactly does it mean?

Does it mean that he saw something not-so-great on my profile, or something that could get me into trouble? (with my bosses or not, just something that a 20-year-old college girl shouldn't have out there for the world to see) Or something along those lines?

It's really weird, I'm, like, scared to re-read the blog, because I hope he wasn't offended about what I wrote. Mike's cool. Even though he's not going to be here much longer, I'd hate to think he thought I was a bitch, or snob, or something. I wonder if he's going to continue to read this. Ha. That thought literally made me laugh, and made me flash back to "Sleepless in Seattle and When Harry Met Sally at the same time. Whoa. My mind is wandering to places it doesn't belong.

Anyway.

So, yeah.

I'm fried right now. Not high, just frazzeld, there we go. My head's going in 349857234908572 different directions. Ahhhhhhhh.

OHH, so some of the other changes I made were that no longer will search engines "crawl" my blog when searching for something (haha, that makes it sound like a search engine is a person searching for something, instead of an imaginary thing that people use because they're lazy). So, that's cool. No more people I talk about finding out by googeling themselves. Ha!

I had this whole idea in my head about what to write. It was kind of imporant, too. But I've lost it.

If it comes back to me, I'll letchaknow. In the form of a post. Duh. Wow.


"The firetrucks are coming up around the bend" - Who is this? (This is going to be my new game with the one (potentially two readers? eh?) person who reads this thing. Well, and myself. It'll keep me on my toes. They're all music lyrics.