blog.
la blague.
the journal.
the joke.
the rantings of the subconscious for all the world to read. they who, like jimmy stewart, watch with a voyeur's hunger trapped by their cubicles and social awkwardness. waiting to see what new hilarity, embarrassment, humility the exhibitionists will next reveal.
one may ask, why would a shy girl sign up for this sort of thing? perhaps she is not as shy as one would imagine. perhaps she is.
perhaps she just wants to get off her chest what others care not to listen to.
right now no one is listening. so the point, be there one, is moot.
