to blog, or not to blog… that’s is the question…
the most trickiest things about blogs are how much information to include, or how much not to. i could ramble on about the 15 fantastic orgies i attended this week, maybe you’d enjoy hearing tales of crimson dyed animals, or how about the one where my psychiatrist recommended that i self-commit to an institution, ‘somewhere quiet, with lake or a garden’ – a sort of mental ‘time-out’ (oh do pardon the pun). yet the amazing thing is that you (the reader) may chose to have trust in the fact that i am indeed writing the truth and not rambling on about a fictitious life, spurred on by your seemingly insatiable curiosity. you may now chose to believe that underneath that colourful, bubbly façade, there lies a mentally unstable, tormented yogita, waiting – wanting to crawl out of her skin… or… you may simply realize that i’ve been watching far too many hannibal lector movies and am now considering eating your brain…
mmm…
