Day 5 - Being overzealous when I know I'm a quitter

I think I was a bit hasty promising to write every day. Of course, there is no one here to hold me to my promise, but I'm one of those "my word is bond" type of people. I'm the type to be on my way to your house for a party, but tell you I'm not sure if I'm coming because sometimes I lose the will to live halfway to my destination and decide to turn around. That being said, I like to make the least amount of promises so that I can to avoid the guilt and self-loathing later.
Another reason I should not have said 30 consecuitve days because I can't think of anything remotely interesting to talk about at this time. When I was (briefly) full of fire and hatred I had all types of thoughts and feelings rolling around in my pea brain, but now? Nothing. Well, not much anyway. I mean, yes, I am a man-hating fire breathing amazon bitch, but does anyone want to read about that shit every day? Especially since I'm just spewing my hateful thoughts about men and not actually interacting with them. I can definitely tell " 'member the time" stories that happened to me last century. They're still pretty interesting, but I'm not regularly thinking about that.
What I do spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about is sex... and how bad men seem to be at it. And how women who fuck them have kind of brought it on ourselves. Isn't that awful? We've created our own fucking jail. Sex is usually a fun, colorful topic even when the act isn't, but I'm hesitant to write about sex on the interwebs because, well, it's posting stuff about sex on the interwebs. I'm not really prudish or particularly private, but I have an abnormal fear that my family will read this. I like my family to believe I'm the ball-busting bitch who never falls for the okey doke with someone's ridiculous, low life ass son. Keep dreaming fam. I'm as stupid as all the rest. Don't you worry about that. I will ponder some more and maybe one of these posts will be about that.

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