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I'm all strung out on oh say, twelve cups of green tea and I'm all fidgety and it's all fun and I haven't a thing to write about that seems remotely interesting, intellectual, intriguing, or another word that begins with an "i". Oh sure I've been writing a lot lately, mostly in my top secret special journal and on random post-its. I guess I just haven't had a whole lot to share with my two dedicated readers. Except, well...maybe. Okay fine. Here goes.

As a purveyor of dozens of online blogging publications I often times come to wonder what these people who spill their lives across the electronic channels of the internet are like in real life. A lot of people write for an audience which makes me guess that they end up censoring themselves, if not down right excluding certain aspects of their lives. Many times I think this is intentional, I mean I don't think my numbered visitors really care about the technique I use whilst brushing my teeth or the details of my much too frequent visits to the mall, but that doesn't mean my personality isn't an obvious by-product of the portions of my life that do end up here.

I make a point to avoid matters too personal mostly in an effort to respect the privacy of those I live, work, and spend time with. When I expand my focus beyond politics and current events I deliberately am vague and indirect. A few people, yes you, have criticized me for that. You maintain that the "real life" Lindsay and the one that appears on your computer screen are much different. And yes there is some accuracy in that statement, but if you were ever to meet me in person or if you do in fact already know me then you would find the following to be true. I use big words to the point of annoyance, I'm much too critical, judgmental, and sarcastic for anyone's good and that I make an effort to be sensitive to the needs of others...no matter the medium of communication.

And sure you can go ahead and believe that this very text is devoid of emotion and many other human like qualities. That all may be true, but being the private person I am many of my relationships are much the same. There are certain friends with whom I entrust many for degrees of detail and their may be a hypothetical journal that has the luxury of knowing all and telling nothing. I will never claim to be something or someone I am so obviously not. Besides, if you're really that ambitious you'd have made the effort to become a better friend to me or learned how to use google. Just for the record, I love you all the same. Note, the previous statement was one which expressed emotion.