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    Яαgιи Яαvєи
    Cairo, Egypt
    Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
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In 2008, I'll Get Me A Shotgun


I will also:
1.
Yield
2. Get closer to
God
3.
Job hunt some more.
4. Get closer to my
family.
5. Learn a new language.
6.
Finish at least one screenplay.
7.
Lose the extra weight.
8. Get a
driver's license. I will not buy a car.
9. I will
rule my world.
10. I will have my
revenge.

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3hree

I feel the need to speak to my blog.
Lately I’ve been considering changing my blog page template; add a brighter complexion perhaps. But then again, I took one look at the page and realized. To me, this is perfection.

A blog is a person’s box of secrets, where the dirtiest, ugliest thoughts come to life.

If you’ve got a page about religion, rationality, and advice… then you should seriously consider doing something more useful with your time like making some meatballs… if you’re a vegetarian. Believe me… people will shuffle off to the next page.
WE want the dirt.
We want human.
Define human.
Naaah… too boring.

To me, blogging is Schizophrenia – Step One.

I haven’t met many bloggers and I’ve always intended to keep my span very, very limited. Anonymity is a remarkable bliss. I don’t usually say the shit I write about. I’m usually the quiet type. I hate small talk. Fuck the weather. I don’t care what you think of my shirt. I don’t care whether you had fun or not.
I dunno why. I just don’t.
But I don’t say it to your face.
I’m too fucking nice.

Small talk is not a talent of mine. Maybe that’s why I was never good at relationships or friendships. I tend to lose my ability to blah. I can’t bullshit people to their face. I need Relationships for Dummies badly.

I wasn’t always that cold. Back in school I once talked to a friend of mine about my “symbolic barriers”. We used to be close back in the day. Now we don’t talk at all.

Why can’t I just let people in? When will I be able to bury my big ass Not Welcomed sign?

Why is it that every time I get too close to someone, I just run off? I am very, very picky about the people I hang out with and about the things I say. Is that why I’m easily bored? Is it why I’m usually quiet? I have nothing to hide. I never killed anyone, raped anyone. I’m totally straight. Still… I torment myself with guilt from the past.

I work as a Personal Financial Services Rep. at some bank. I have it engraved on my business card. See that? Personal. What a joke!

My clients absolutely love me. Is it the banker’s mask that I wear that makes small talk easy for me then? How about right here? Has the Raven taken hold? If I was able to clone myself, would I do it?

If you could would you clone yourself?

Funny… sometimes I even bore myself. I prefer sitting still and watch others make mistakes.

Am I so in love with myself that I find relief in talking to myself through a blog page?

Adios you egoistic maniac. I will see you later.

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The word myself was used five times in this post. The letter I started 16 sentences.

u just described a lot of bloggers (i won't say 'all' so that i wouldn't generalize)

i for one (ahoh el ego hayeshtaghal), like talking to myself.. on my blog, in the mirror and sometimes in my head :)

and as blogging goes, each one reveals a part that they don't share with ppl in their real lives... this is why it's so popular now i guess...

like that post a lot, and just love the "myself" and "I" count :)

You are pretty cool RR...

If you could just relax a little...

can totally relate to the small talk part...
don't we all just love talking about ourselves??

Insomniac, ever do the interview gig? It is by far most prestigious method of talking to oneself I think.

Jade, even though I may give the suicidal impression I assure you that I am actually having fun. Yup.. THIS is fun to me. :P
Thank you. :)

lonely twin.. your name says it all. lol Welcome to my world. ;)

Cheers..

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