Radar Love
So you've had a rough day. It's only the third rainy day of your recently purchased $4 umbrella's life and Evil Mary Poppins has already decided to attack that Made-By-Vachinas piece of crap, reducing its purpose to sidewalk-kill. Now you're forced to walk from 1st Ave to the 6 train without cover and the use of your iPod. Also, you're still pretty bummed about missing [band] at NorthSix the other night and [name of boy/name of girl] hasn't returned your text message from this morning. What do you do? You let it all out by blogging it of course.
But you're thinking maybe this post shouldn't be read by anyone with Internet access this time. Sure you could leave it in draft mode, even write it in a Word doc, but that won't do because even though no one else should know these personal thoughts, it's therapeutic just putting them...out there. They're a satellite of your soul which only you need to communicate with but still you dream of some alien life discovering that chunk of twisted, tortured scrap metal and will understand its flawed foundation, able to repair it by soldering with its own wandering hovermyspacelivejournalcraft.
Solution: Slap one of these suckers at the top of a post before publishing it for an iron-clad guarantee no one will read your personal-junk-posts and only the archive in your gigantic head will know they're there. (No traffic back restrictions do apply.)
But you're thinking maybe this post shouldn't be read by anyone with Internet access this time. Sure you could leave it in draft mode, even write it in a Word doc, but that won't do because even though no one else should know these personal thoughts, it's therapeutic just putting them...out there. They're a satellite of your soul which only you need to communicate with but still you dream of some alien life discovering that chunk of twisted, tortured scrap metal and will understand its flawed foundation, able to repair it by soldering with its own wandering hovermyspacelivejournalcraft.
Solution: Slap one of these suckers at the top of a post before publishing it for an iron-clad guarantee no one will read your personal-junk-posts and only the archive in your gigantic head will know they're there. (No traffic back restrictions do apply.)
