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Learning This Blog Stuff

Originally Written by the13thcynic

December 22, 2008 at 12:30 AM

I will admit, I’ve had nothing but a MySpaz blog for the last 3 years and am unfortunately clueless to much of the workings, bells & whistles of an actual dedicated blog site like this. I hope that anyone who is kind enough to stop in & read will understand and be patient with me. I’m also pretty much a blundering mess when it comes to navigating and searching the help forums as well. I’ll figure it out soon, I hope :) ! I will admit I have a mild learning disorder that makes it difficult to grasp some types of written instruction, so I spend a lot of time with trial and error, fingers-on experimenting. Which is how I’ve come to learn a lot of things during my life.

Also, much of this (now that I’ve already put up all of my writing/poetry & such that I wanted to put up) will be journal/diary type or entries. The best therapy besides ‘retail therapy’ (shopping) that I’ve found is writing and although I have no delusions of becoming any kind of ‘rich & famous blogger’ I decided to share my life publicly for probably the same reason most everyone else does, I just want to feel heard. That I’m not just existing in a vast, unfriendly, empty space and after I’m gone, something of who I was and how I thought will always be here.

Which now leads me to ending this as I’ve gotten off my original subject and lead into my next subject which would be something along the lines of things you should know about me (which may or may not help).

~L

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