About myspace

I’m starting to develop blogging standards. These standards will decide who I stay “friends” with or not. No, I’m not being grumpy or pious or too hard on the blokes that this is written for. One stays a friend if he or she is blogging, with few exceptions. I’m not being rigid. I have expectations, that’s all.

Blogging standards:

If I accept you as a friend, you will have to be a blogger. I want to know what you have to say. I am paying attention to you. If you don’t have time for me or interest in making a connection as a friend, then what the heck am I doing wasting my time on you?
If I comment about something you have said, I’d like a response. If that’s not possible, then forget about it. I might decide to place you in my favorites but I won’t have you in my friends. When a friend responds to something you’ve said, you don’t generally just sit there like a dumb-F@%K.
For anyone in general: I’m not going to join in on your little “have to be a friend” to post shit. I’ve done that and I’m not going to do it anymore. You need to be a bit friendlier. What are you afraid of? Someone coming along and porn-blogging you or worse yet, saying something mean? Sheesh. Delete, Delete, Delete!
I’m not going to be your friend if you haven’t even taken the time to read anything about me. I’m not going to be your friend if you are in a contest to see how many “friends” you can have so therefore do not care to know who I am only that I am someone who you have not added to your list of “friends”.
And you better have something more in your blogs than advertisement for yourself or any other cause you may feel the world needs to know about. I make a few exceptions but I have my reasons for that and they are personal.

Also, these people are on notice. Blog if you want to stay friends.
I love Sam
Kicking K8 is dangerously close to being let go.
Bubba Q Monkeyhead is going to be cut anyway, because he is on some kind of friends contest with himself, I guess.
Will – you were one of the first ones to invite me to be a friend. But I can say no now.
Robert is out
Clive is out
David, the ACL guy is out.
Jeffrey won’t comment – on notice! Blogs are great but his friendship and communication are the pits. I’ll put you on my favorites list. But you won't be a friend.
David, the Buddhist won’t comment – on notice! I mean for crying out loud. You can only meditate so long. Show some courtesy in all of that kindness you supposedly exude.

I may add to these standards later. I’d like to thank “alter ego1” for the inspiration to these standards.

http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=3634910&blogID=35376775&Mytoken=20050821041148

But of course, here at blogger.com, we won't have to contend with most of these. Thus, that is why I have this space. Ahhhhh.

Aftermath: Relationship Absorption

Do I like it hot or do I like it cold?

Do I like it dark or do I like it bright?

Do I like sushi or do I like pork?
Not pork.

Is my favorite color blue or is it green?

Is my favorite song a song that cannot be sung?

Is my mind an easy place or is it full of thorns?

I’m not sure who I am just yet. I’m not sure who I am.

When I light a candle and think of you, I'll light another one and think of me.

I’ll wear that slick outfit that you bought for me to wear.
I won’t wait for you to see it first, it’s mine and I’ll wear it now.

I don’t know if I believe much of what is told to me. I don’t know if
I believe much of anything anymore.

This is my space, this is my time, for what will I leave behind, if I don’t
know myself any better than I do?

Getting Over Love

If I want to dance under the stars, I’ll do it because I can. And I can do it without you.

If I decide to dress up, look knocked out, I do it because I want to feel good about myself, I want to have fun. I don’t need you to make my fun better. Not really.

If I want to buy myself a kayak, I’ll buy whatever I want. There’s no need for a tandem, I’m going solo.

If I choose to take a trip, it won’t be to see you. I have other things to do. I’ll be strong, I’ll be brave. I’ll make it and I won’t need you.

If I light a candle, or soften the lights, it’s because I like it that way too. It’s not because of you.

When I want to go to a movie, I’ll just go. I won’t wait to see it with you.

If I want to sit and look out the window and watch the rain, I can do that. And I won’t be sad.

I will force myself to do all that I can to be and do and feel again. I will do this. It is my own personal Olympics. You aren’t the judge of me. I judge myself!

I won’t think of you when it gets cold. I can build a fire without you. I know how.
I can do anything I want. I’m free. I’ll find something sweet, someone to embrace me.

I don’t need you.