A Change Is Gon Come
Oh yes, I brought out the negro spiritual-esque legendary Sam Cooke song for this one. The whole point of yesterday's ramblings was to say when I leave Pittsburgh and this computer I'm going to be making some changes. The project runway distracted me! As usual... but my dad and I watched it together and critiqued all the clothes. Very funny.
But the point is I'll have to create some new favorites. That means some people will be getting edited off of the list of must reads. I need some new people to read. Non-celeb gossip. I'm really not looking for political stuff either. I mostly like people who talk about their lives. Let me get my nosy, voyeur on. I also added a new section of the blog of the news articles that have caught my eye. I'm looking for a new background. The current one is a temporary change. I wanted something brighter, but not stark white. I played around with the look for a while until I came with something I could live with for a few days. I like Shani's templates but I've not yet found one I really like.
Crackbook is weird to me. It's like Mycrack but different. More elitist. I still don't understand the friend collectors, though. What is the point in asking me to be your friend and we've never spoken in person? Quite odd. And I don't get it. I did find some people I haven't seen or talked to in years who I went to elementary school with. AND remember my old friend I reconnected with a couple of months back? We're gonna do dinner next week. I'm so excited!! Yay!! We haven't seen each other in probably 5 years. I don't think I saw him that year I was living in Charlotte. And I definitely haven't seen him since I was in Pittsburgh and he was in Namibia. So anywhere from 3-5. The Facecrack pictures of him and all the other people I knew back in middle and high school (including my roommate in Europe!! so cool!!) are so amazing! Some people look so different I wouldn't recognize them on the street even after seeing their pictures. Lol. Others look exactly the same and are married and have children. It's so surreal. Does this make us grown-ups? Scary. But change is good.