It's been a good 8 years or so, Blogspot. I've enjoyed my time with you and thank you for trying, but you just aren't cutting it anymore. You won't let people comment. You look pretty basic. And, you won't let me buy my own cool domain name.
I would say 'it's not you, it's me', Blogger, but really that's not true. You were not giving me what I need and you do not make me happy. So, I am leaving you for another. I am sorry to be so harsh, but the facts are the facts. I have found a new site that makes me happier than you.
I wish you luck, Blogger, really I do. And I truly hope you find a new blog to replace me. You deserve someone nice who can appreciate you for what you are.
Sincerely,
amysayler@blogspot.com
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Yo soy sensitivo
I'm not sure what happened to me that I have become 1) a big sap and 2) incapable of dealing with badness/sadness in media (and life). I can't watch shows like Law&Order anymore because they are just too gruesome and sad. I don't like scary movies. War movies- forget about it. News articles upset me like no other. I don't read sad books anymore. (Oh, Jodie Picoult, you piss me off so much, and 'Oprah's Book Club' books are pretty much all off my list.) Really, I am looking for happily ever after. I want all my endings tied up with a pretty little bow. Lord Voldermort is pretty much the extent of the evil I can handle...
Maybe it's having kids. Maybe it's growing older. Or maybe it's just that life itself can be rough enough that I don't need to see or read about sad/scary/gruesome/warring or ugly things.
As a result, I'm a dork. I watch the Biggest Loser (and cry), Project Runway (and harshly judge their fashion tastes while sitting in sweat pants) and House Hunters International (and dream of exotic destinations). I was oddly fixated by Ink Masters (a tattooing competition), which as a non-tatted chick is probably pretty bizarre. I gave Grey's Anatomy the ax as a result of all the damn catastrophes, sad stories, and doctors dying. Downton Abbey, which I love, is also on strike 2. (If one more person dies, I'm out.) My newest find, 'Lark Rise to Candleford' (on Netflix) is essentially the British 'Little House on the Prairie' and I am loving every quaint little minute.
So, I ignore the news as best I can. I wrap myself in blankets and read sweet books and watch happy old TV sitcoms (Family Ties, Facts of Life), and I strive to be a happy, good person. In the end, it's really all I can do.
Am I becoming a Duggar?
Maybe it's having kids. Maybe it's growing older. Or maybe it's just that life itself can be rough enough that I don't need to see or read about sad/scary/gruesome/warring or ugly things.
As a result, I'm a dork. I watch the Biggest Loser (and cry), Project Runway (and harshly judge their fashion tastes while sitting in sweat pants) and House Hunters International (and dream of exotic destinations). I was oddly fixated by Ink Masters (a tattooing competition), which as a non-tatted chick is probably pretty bizarre. I gave Grey's Anatomy the ax as a result of all the damn catastrophes, sad stories, and doctors dying. Downton Abbey, which I love, is also on strike 2. (If one more person dies, I'm out.) My newest find, 'Lark Rise to Candleford' (on Netflix) is essentially the British 'Little House on the Prairie' and I am loving every quaint little minute.
So, I ignore the news as best I can. I wrap myself in blankets and read sweet books and watch happy old TV sitcoms (Family Ties, Facts of Life), and I strive to be a happy, good person. In the end, it's really all I can do.
Am I becoming a Duggar?
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
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