Fantasies

Sometimes I really wish I could be one of those blogger folk who is able to somehow stir up enough interest among random online people, that my hit counter would measure 10,000 hits a day. That would be so cool! Those bloggers are so mysterious, and yet their writing tricks us into believing we know their lives. We imagine how great it would be to escape the bonds of our mundane existences and to merge with this amazing online figure. Well anyway I sometimes feel that way.

I don’t know why I think I could ever be one of those folks, nor do I know why I would ever want to be one of those folks. It’s a mystery. Maybe if I posted shirtless pictures of people on my site more, the hits would go up. But actually, on a very non-critical note, I think such pictures are fine. However, after looking at a lot of them all day, they…. become all the same. I actually look forward to seeing a real body on these websites (which does happen, just gotta look for it). And that simply makes no sense at all, right? I mean what is a man supposed to be, if not 6′1″, slightly tanned, hairless as a boy, and stacked with muscles? The only time that image loses its appeal is when it’s surrounded by too much of itself! Weird, huh?

I will admit that pictures would be good for this site, but I’m kinda too bored to do it. And yet some kind of visual aids are necessary to keep me interested in a blog, too. What would I put here? Pictures of Roger (check above)? Pictures of cars (the most boring this ever to many readers I would suppose)? Pictures of me and my friends (somehow I doubt they would appreciate such “acts of kindness”)? Yah, I mean what do people post pictures of? Very interesting.

Anyway, Tennis season has started and my heartbeat is slowly coming back after a month off. January 14 is the beginning of what promises to be an exciting season. Everyone wants to know if the torch will be passed. No body knows just yet (I’m hoping not, of course).

I will end this entry with a paragraph dedicated to my winter vacation, which is now almost 3/4 done. I wanted to leave Philadelphia with a passion. I was so stressed out that I was ignoring my boyfriend, eating too much, and generally carrying on crazy. I thought the rolling hills of Connecticut would calm me; WRONG.

I have made 3 trips to Boston, one trip to New Jersey, and one trip to Fairfield, CT all on errands for other people. As I am one of the best brats around, that’s a whole lot of shit with no payback. Additionally I removed a wall-mounted tube TV, spackled the holes, repainted, and then mounted an LCD TV with my dad in his basement gym… what a blast. I saw a total of 4 people my age (“saw” meaning that I hung out with these people, not that I knew they were around, as some governors may have us believe). I read a few pages of a book, I read the entire blog history of a new member of the blogroll. I did not work out. I missed my boyfriend. I saw no movies in theaters.

This surely bodes well for ‘08.