IdeasofAverage

As I am new to this idea of writing useless pieces of information from my life to the public (i.e. blogging, though I'm sure no one is reading this just yet), I decided to do a bit of research. Confession: the only true blog I have ever read is stylefile, and if I should one day aspire to reach such high levels of public or personal satisfaction I'll quit now.  So I stumble around on the internet, and after browsing, or mainly looking at pictures of people's pets, I've determined there might be a little room for originality amongst everyday, average blogs.  Despite my constant mention of my own pet puppy, I have vowed never to commit what I have deemed the following crimes of blogging:

1. do not greet your reader. they know what blog they are reading and I'm assuming want you to get to the freaking point.

1a. do not date the blog. it does it for you.

2. Do not talk seriously about your sleeping problems, your bowel problems, or personal problems of any kind that do not have a funny or entertaining bit attached. 

3.  Do not talk seriously about anything at all, unless of course it is a serious blog, involved in promoting serious issues.  Not the nightmares you're having in your tent while trekking across Montana.

That shall cover it for now.  And after these 3 vows, I've vowed not to read many blogs again.

Many may feel rejuvenated and inspired upon a return to the city post country jaunt.  I, on the other hand, feel slightly more at odds with my city.  My overwhelming sense of obesity could have been from the stoned feast of icecream and banana bread at the lake, or maybe it is just from all the little modelrexics skipping around my neighborhood.  Either way, it always takes a second to move back into the swing of things. (that is a horrid expression, but I'm out)  

That's why I have to choose my bed over crashing my roommates date, because even though my personal model encounter this evening with my pup, while the model's chihuahua humped her, reassured me there were 'average' above average people still in public with flipflops and a sweater on, my trainer's coming really early this morning.