What is it about Craigslist...

Craigslist: not just the place to find friends and get murdered.  Seriously, what is it about Craigslist that makes you all of the following:
- Insanely interested in other people's personal lives.  I.E. reading missed connections and responding to ones you KNOW re not for you?  Thank God for those who do this, since I read them for sheer entertainment value.
- Creepy.
- A hoarder.  Thanks much, free section.  Yes, I do need a 300 lb broken microwave.  And 126 empty wine bottles.
- A total lunatic.  Have you ever read the rants and raves?  YIKES!
- A fucking poet.  Stop it, I am not interested in your dramatic reading of your feelings.  Tell me about the Caribou employee you have your eye on instead.

But seriously, thanks to Craigslist,. I know can fill my time with missed connections and rants and raves ALL DAY because of the droid app - YAY!!!!

Accepting suggestions for things for my friends and I to do to tempt fate, serial killers, and would be molesters as ways to stay entertained!

Relax, we all survived.

See, no one died at the Craigslist casting call for friends.  We did have one creeper who showed up.  Note the red shirt.

So you see, we all survived.  And all in all, it was an amazing way to waste approximately 3 weeks of my life.  Got hilarious e-mails and lots of kudos on a funny CL posting, so maybe I need to write a Lifetime movie about this experience.

Teen Angst isn't a good color on anyone.

Ahhh teen angst. In the form of vampire/werewolf/sci-fi nerdity. I am not ashamed to admit that I'm a 25 year old who has seen the Twilight and New Moon movies.

I maybe should be a little ashamed to admit that I was at the midnight opening for both? And loved it? And judged the shit out of all the 14 year olds there while WI BFF, BFF, and BFF's lil sis played suck, chuck, or fuck* while they warned me to watch my language?

Alas, I am not ashamed. I, however, haven't felt so much palpable angst in one room since the turn of the century. Since I was in high school at the turn of this century. It was not a good feeling. Ick, teen angst.

*Apparently my friends and I made up the title to this game. I think there is another name for it somewhere. Basically, pick 3 people and choose who you would marry (suck), have a one night stand with (fuck), and throw off a bridge (chuck). My friends and I are die hard romantics.

Blog vs. Diary

So I've actually shared this blog with my WI BFF recently. Actually, she's the first person I've ever shared it with. (shout out Kate!) And actually, she might be the only person still who has ever read it.

Which brings me to the discussion: If I cut a tree down in the woods, but actually the tree was in my woods and no one is allowed on my property, and actually I didn't even tell anyone where I lived, did I really cut down a tree or did I just landscape? Similarly, if I write a blog, and I don't tell anyone about it or share it - is it really a blog? Or is it just an internet diary?

The latter I find quite ridiculous, since the last time I had a "diary"... I was 13 and I'm pretty sure I wrote about how I would punch Emily in the face if she told Dan I liked him. And this blog is much less violent.

Maybe I should make this blog actually about something, rather than just my rambling rantings. Alas - NOT a diary.