In three days it will have been three years since I published my first OS... thing. Please, do not go back and read it.  I haven't! 

Just figured something out though. I have twenty pages of history here. Each page has, usually, twenty-five blogs.  Math? Hmmm, this might be my five-hundredth, but you won't catch me going back to do an exact count because- who cares?

I was terrified when I posted the first; terrified of putting myself out there for criticism. Turns out my fear was unwarranted or at least short-lived. Luckily, I suppose, I'm not cursed with that awful writers' bug-a-b00... the give a shit gene. 

No, I am unencumbered by caring too darned much, because I am not a writer.

I blog... yep.

Write?

Not so much.

Now, if you were to critique my building skills I might take criticism a little personally, but believe me, you'd have a hard time finding fault there. THAT is what I do. 

You may ask- so, why write dickweasel? For free no less?

To which I'd retort, because I like it! It's fun and gives me something to do besides cock-worship (my own that is... shut up).

I like playing with, plying, and manipulating words. Also, not ashamed to admit, I dig the social interaction. I love the people at OS, some of whom I'd take a bullet for (ok that may be a stretch)!

Sigh.. it- blogging, too, is like a diary for me. Apparently, a lot of people like lurking into other people's diaries because I get a lot of hits. Yes, I over-share and y'all like to rubberneck.

Hey, best to each and all for this new year.

See ya around here until they pull the plug...

lurve-- tr ig