12.06pm Is it bad that I am really really enjoying listening to Britney? I want to write her and sympathize with her about the Vegas fiasco, and let her know cool people still love her. Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman makes me want to watch Crossroads. )()()( Everyone in the world needs to get on Swappington's so that I can have more cool things. )()()( I like having my own site, as opposed to something like livejournal, because I can be a lot more creative with the space, and have about ten zillion more options, but I am gaining an addiction to their community/commenting crap with every passing day. The last barrier that keeps me from posting to it is the idea that every time I feel the urge to purge (my psycho brain splatters), I would have to second-guess myself and evaluate: is what I'm about to say worth sending out to all those unlucky enough to have "friended" me? I mean, I suppose they can un-friend if they feel burdened (and/or bored) enough, but I can't handle such risks to my self-esteem. And it's not like you *really* know all those who read your stuff, so why give yourself the vague illusion that you do? And though I like commenting and spend too much of my day doing it, how much of comments are really anything of value? I am at a nexus of thinking I am both not good enough and too good for the inanity. Such an ego on that girl, for one who loves Britney, huh. )()()( Back to learning SPUD!