I think I might have stifled myself into what I thought a book blogger should be than who's truly me. I look back at some of my reviews and i'm stunned of how little of me I actually see. WTF! No one but my immediate family and 2 friends (that don't read and care) know about my blog, and none of them read it. I think if some read it they wouldn't believe it is my blog. A little about myself and my quirkiness: I cuss like a sailor. I dress fashionably but conservatively (my husbands calls it a classy look). Imagine a conservatively dressed women cussing like a sailor..that's me. I also ramble shamelessly and have been known to do random dancing in odd occasions. I am also a master bullshitter. I can bullshit with the best of them. On the other hand I'm moody, and I hate order. Tell me to turn left and I will turn right, just because. I totally feel like I am censoring myself and that is something I never do, but for some reason I do here.
I'm truly hoping 2012 is a better blogging year for me. I'm predicting it will be. I hope this doesn't bother anyone, but if it does O fucking well. Can't please everyone.