I was looking in my old writing and came across this... response to...well you can figure it out:

"Yet another dipshit in my guestbook, LOL. I’m Martha Stewart? I’m a diva? Look motherfucker. I’m a single mother with two kids who cuts coupons. Got that, asshole?"

I continued to rant and then finished with this:

"I bet it took you all fucking day to write that drivel.  This took me about a minute, forty five.  Back off , ASSHOLE. You’re out of your league."

ha ha ha. This is from xanga. Now you see I really have gone deep into the woods. :)

I would love the chance to say to someone, with full force honesty, "back off, you are out of your league!" That's when Saturn is one cool mofo.

I am going to publish one of my posts from 2001 on the blog. I was nuts!  I was having a hell of a good time, though. I had no filter whatsoever.

I wish I had been around at that time!

I often wonder what life would be like without a filter.  I filter through merc & mars in my 1st,
Angie

That's Mars/Merc alright lol!  Hahaha

(I grew up with one, hers was in Scorp, oy vey, and she never did get a filter)

I wish I had less filter *sigh*

ha ha, Elsa! Even with a filter  you get the creeps coming out to  try to censor you!  Imagine had you not put a filter on it!?  Wow.

One thing I've noticed recently, is my husband gets all the good lines.  At some point I started omitting or obscuring my own voice so that it appears I am his "straight man". This is not at all the case, in real life.

I don't know if I will ever get voice back...or even if I want to.  I'm quite lost on that front.

The only thing that occurs to me is, let's say my book is published. It entirely organic to me, every word, every phrase, every thought, every concept, for good or ill.  I just wonder what the release of this will do.  And I have no idea of course. I don't even have one shred of understanding, or even a guess, educated or otherwise. I don't know why this is. Why the info is inaccessible, I mean.

@ elsa - I think this is what it is to be an artist.  They create something from deep inside and people love it, hate it or ignore it.  There doesn't seem to be rhyme or reason why some people's work is exalted and other's work gets ignored.  Who knows.  It seems so random.

I miss the Xanga days...

Me too but they're gone, huh? We have to look ahead. Ahead to something bigger and better. :)

That's right Elsa!