No. 194, possibly my shortest.

So, this is fate right-well to me it is. I've never been confronted, it seriously hasn't happened, but on the net, i've been confronted about three times. It's kind of eery to me since it never occurs in real life, it's funny how you always want something to happen, but it always happens to someone else or whatever. I'll try to keep this blog going, but I realized that my Life Lessons Learned were more like how I found what annoys me or saddens me or affects me greatly in the wrong way. Oh, and has for the whole ho's. I have no idea who can be a ho, but it's just I think I associate the way of dressing with a ho. I mean, I watch BET and all that jazz and everyone talking about "video ho's." Being a ho isn't bad either, it's like being a bitch, just it hasn't caught on yet. I'm neither since I lack that phsyique of being one. And yes, these are really ramblings, I happen to type tremendously fast, like 70 words a minute, and i'm efficient, so I would never write and read, I don't even do that for school, I should, but I don't. That's why I never catch my mistakes, because I simply, type, and click. I don't know, maybe Diary of Goddess: Life Lessons Learned has died, I mean, i'm no longer in high school, I no longer worrry about dubs and prada. Maybe it's time to reinvent myself as Madonna does, and did you know she does trance as well? Yes, I was greatly shocked, and frankly i'm getting into the whole dance/trance thing, but I can't distinguish between any artist, to me they all sound the same, maybe trance/dance will be like what it is for my parents and classical? I really don't know. Anyways, this moment of doing this right now is still pending. I mean, I can be vague and maybe I need to be more, but it kinda ruins the whole effect of priving into someone's life right? Here I am, thinking i'm invincible, not invincible, but more like a lurker, like when I go into a room, no one knows me and what I truly am, and now this, I mean, they don't know me, but they cut my hair, it's kinda serious, since I like my hair, but seriously, who would have known someone would come across this thing and read it and know me, and fyi: read the disclaimer. Also, it's kind of ironic, because I did this thing so my friends could read it and get to know me, but they don't know it exist, although there are plenty of opportunities to see it, while someone who I never thought would read it, read it, and now i'm in a horrid state. Thank god I didn't put up a comments system right? I was going to write about my life and probably the lack of love forever more, but I'm going to hold out. Not because I don't want someone I know to read it, but maybe because it's so personal and so true to myself that i'm not sure i'm ready to share it, before I shared in the dark, now there is light, and i'm not sure I can handle it, remember, I am a wimp and i'm proud of it (ironic or one of those triple entendre things you know, the right but it's wrong but it's still right thing, it's some sort of literary device).