La vida loca

I've had a couple people ask me lately how much of what I write is fantasy and how much is reality.

Well.

Sometimes I write the full story about something that happened to me. Sometimes I tell only part of the story - still factual, just with some details left out. Sometimes I keep things to myself because I don't think anyone would believe me if I told them.

The only things I have written that were not "real" are in my side bar under "My Erotica". There's a bit of fact mixed in with the fiction, but those stories are definitely fiction.

The rest of the blog is basically a diary for me.

All my life I have attracted strangeness - strange people, strange situations....

Sometimes I gripe about it, but I don't really mean it. I don't know how I keep getting mixed up in crazy situations, but I hope whatever my strange luck is, it never ends. I am certainly never bored.

I was talking to my old friend (by Blogworld standards anyway) RBP tonight. I love talking to him. He makes me howl...literally HOWL with laughter. Damn we need to have a blog meet!!!!
Ala , Rose, are you listening? *grin*

Anyways.

We were talking about The Wee General. There's some stuff that has happened that I have yet to blog about, that I'm not sure I really want to go in to. I was filling him in on some of it. He started laughing and said I should write a book about my bizarre life. It made me feel so much better.

Maybe that's why I write my blog. Not just because I have turned in to a total exhibitionist freakazoid...though I am definitely THAT.....but because it helps me deal with the weird stuff. Your feedback makes me feel more normal. Everytime I shock you, your reactions make me grin and laugh feel a little less shocked personally. Sort of an, "ok, I'm NOT crazy, this really IS odd!" moment for me.

Thank you, dearest Flowers, for keeping me sane.