Sometimes I think online diaries (blogs) are the height of narcissism, other times I think they're no different than the arrogance/narcissism required to write a book. After all, the whole reason for putting it out there is because you're convinced that someone else will want to read it.
So maybe I'm arrogant or narcissistic. I prefer to believe that there are just too many stray thoughts cluttering up my head, and they deserve to see the light of day, even if it's just in a tiny corner of the blogosphere.
And no, that's not my picture. That's my former roommate, Angie, a retired racing greyhound/brood mama.
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