April 3, 2003
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I started a new blogring today, and in trying to “invite others to join”, I kept getting a series of error messages telling me the recipients I’d named weren’t registered at Xanga or was an invalid email address. I double-checked my spelling, shortened the list, clicked SUBMIT again (Does anyone understand how badly I hate to submit?) and once again… so if you get a series of messages from me, or one, or none, blame it on Xanga, and come join Xangroup Therapy.
Comments (5)
(Does anyone understand how badly I hate to submit?)
Don’t try to get me hot here…… lol
Xanga blows some weeks……most weeks….
Their connection to the real world is iffy at best most days…….
Seriously…… Their mail blows and most of their connections…
Lucky gave me a link to one of your other sites…. I still have to check it out…. Hope ya know I don’t need my cards read…. Hope ya know I want to help you offer that…
I better get to that part….
I’m begining to wonder if the reason we live so long is so dudes like me have time to do all the things they want to….
Xan-Gro-Up Therapy?
Oh hell woman! You’ve known me nigh on to 15 years now and I still won’t grow up. You think one blog ring is gonna do it for me? HUH?!
I’ll only join if James joins, because he thinks that I’ve found exactly the right combo of man in my current husband. James needs his head examined.
And blankity-blank … if HE joins, I’ll join, because next to you, THAT guy makes the most damn sense out of y’all. And he’s so nice (((ohhhhh, ahhhhh))) about it too.
I want Monster Jock to be like blankity blank.
I want Monster Jock to be like you, and blankity blank. I want Monster Jock to be like Bill Gates, Russell Crowe, Vin Diesal, RAW, and Eric Clapton.
Yeah. That’s all I want.
Oh wait. No.
I want MJ to be like all those guys AND Julia Childs. Humn.
Maybe Julia Roberts too.
Oh God.
I do need to join Xan-Gro-Up, don’t I?
Is it free?
Description: The Issue is Mental Health. The Cause is Self-Fulfillment. We spill our guts, get our feelings out, keep it real. We call each other if we slip into denial, self-delusion or self-pity. When someone catches another in some bullshit and confronts it, we back each other up until the bullshit ceases. Welcome to group. No violence, please.
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Oh mannnnn … what do we call each other?
My take on therapy at this moment, is that I’d slip into real self denial, or just … denial period. I’d cry alot, bitch and whine alot because I really don’t want to see the errors I’m making, and then I’d get my feelings hurt when everyone else calls me [insert name here] on it, then I’d get mad; filled to overflowing with self righteousness and think you were all jealous because the voices are talking to ME!
Oh phooey.
Okay. I’ll join, but only if I get to wear my “I refuse to gro-up, I prefer to grope instead” badge proudly.
Okay, my oversight there, using that obscure therapy jargon. We call bullshit when we hear it. We don’t call each other bullshit, we call each other ON the bullshit we’re talking.