It just occurred to me that a person I was just about to blog about might read this blog. This person has not heard about this blog from me, but word gets around. Shit. How can I write certain things about someone who reads this blog? I can't, that's how. And dammit, this was going to be GOOD, too.

Ever since February when I started this blog, I've considered a personal journal obsolete. But now I see that a personal journal has a very beneficial trait - NO ONE READS IT! You can say anything about anybody in a journal and they'll never know. At least not until you're dead and the journal is published posthumously and then it doesn't really matter because you're dead.

And forget trying to couch a post such that it isn't obvious whom you're writing about. Because that person, the one you're writing about, he/she will always know. And isn't that the person you most want NOT to know? Yes, yes it is.

It isn't that I have anything bad to say about anyone I know. Heck, I don't even THINK anything bad about the people I know. If I did, I would stop knowing them and then they wouldn't be people I know. But that's not to say that there will never be some sort of circumstance surrounding a person I know that is completely and utterly blogworthy. Or what if I want to reflect on something good, entertaining, or WHATEVER about or involving someone I know, but I would rather those thoughts be left private, at least from that person? How the hell does a blog help me then? It doesn't, that's how.

So I'm sorry, y'all. In this particular case, I'm not sure if said person reads this blog or not and so I just can't risk it. Believe me, this not-blogging-about-something-SO-blogworthy hurts me as much as it hurts you. No, really.

Of course I have to tell someone. Doreen, check your email.

Well everyone, it seems I am now officially Mr. Mojo's mistress. According to Google. While I was out of town celebrating my 3-year anniversary with Rob (and by celebrating I mean achieving kaleidoscopic lustful orgasms galore), mrtl was announcing to the world that I am the #1 search result for mistress of the mojo, a title she gave me last week.

For the record, I deny being anyone's mistress. That is not to say I haven't ever been a mistress. I was once. But it was 8th grade and really just a big misunderstanding. A big misunderstanding that resulted in him dumping her for me. OH YEAH. Wait, that's not something to be proud of.

Being a #1 Google search result for something is an accomplishment both mrtl and I take very seriously. So I'm sorry I wasn't around for the discovery, mrtl. But I'm back now! (And I have a lot of explaining to do to Rob and Mr. Mojo's girlfriend...)

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PS - Being the overachiever teacher-pet type that I am, I did my mrtl monday post (topic: love) last week. Just didn't want any of you thinking I wasn't representing.