Is it just me or does something just seem off about spilling all your personal details and goings-on in a blog? While I find fascinating the blogs of those who do, I personally only feel comfortable talking about things that aren’t really that important.

I can talk about how I sat outside Starbucks with a laptop today and accomplished nothing, to be pleasantly surprised by the sudden appearance of Rachel, whom I hadn’t expected to be in Ellijay any time soon, much less on a Thursday night, showing up where I happen to be.

Past that, my deepest thoughts and fears and innermost feelings are not released into the everlasting ether of the internet. As Ghost Rocco said, real men hide their feelings. (By advised that this link is laden with colorful language.)