A Rambling- that I'm not sure makes any sense, doesn't have much direction, but I meant well

Last week, I bitched about my internet provider and a glitch in my e-mail. I was self-congratulatory on my limited profanity during the service calls that were less than helpful.

A few hours after I posted that, I received an e-mail from the Manager of Communications with my internet provider. DOH! Me and my big mouth. Note to self: use code words and not the real businesses names, dumb ass, Tena!

He noted that he was NOT giving me a Thank You Card for not cursing too much, but I secretly think he was really proud of me- I could see it in his font! He was very kind and is trying to iron out the kinks in my e-mail situation- so go me, I think!

This got me thinking of the power of the interwebz! It can make you feel like you're a big deal, but I'm too much of a realist, and know you're just not that into me. But this place can make you a bit paranoid... like when I Twitter about liking Yo Gabba Gabba- and next thing I know, DJ Lance is 'following' me! That's some weird shit and can totally mess with your mind!

Then I worry about how far is too far? There are not too many real life people that I know that read this and, God willing, that will stay the same, so I don't have to worry about second-guessing my tourette fingers!

I'm pretty sure my mom doesn't know how to get to my blog. But just to be safe, I haven't written the post about her recent weight loss from 130- 100lbs and how my sister and I think that she's anorexic or how I wish I knew her trick to anorexia- because that would make me look bad and horribly vain and unstable- and we can't have that! Plus I'm pretty sure the trick is just NOT EATING- and food is one of my favorite things and I hardly need another thing that makes me feel like failure, damn that anorexia! Good thing I never wrote that post!

I've fallen victim to Six Degrees of Separation on my blog and on Twitter. I thought the one place I could really let loose was on other people's blog's comments, right? Now, some, you don't know how they feel about cussing or they use the word 'arse' and I know they aren't ready for my kind. But with a few, such as Tiffany, they make my explicit lyrics look like nursery rhymes. I can totally let loose- especially when she's reviewing Clitoral Stimulators!

She spoke of how the sex toy that she coined "Black Bastard" (which had no reference to it's heritage- if so, she may have gotten the" chainsaw power" she was looking for- at least that's what I hear!) took a while to get her going and how she likes to get hers as "quick as possible".

I commented:

"I'm just like that- I want it over fast- foreplay is for pussies- do your thing
so I can get back to blogging, fucking Black Bastard."

Except I misspelled 'pussies' as 'puusies' which totally took away from the dynamics, but oh well, you get the idea, I'm not a cuddler.

A couple of hours later, I get an e-mail from The Eden Fantasys dude (yep, the one that makes all the magic happen!) thanking me for my comment. He rocks and that was very cool of him to take his time out to send me a Thank You for my cursing- see internet dude- some people appreciate it!

So, it's official, I cannot escape the power of the interwebz. And I've decided to deal with it and enjoy it. Not so much that I'm linking my blog on my Facebook page because that would be social suicide- one hyphenated word: in-laws!

Anyway, I am what I am. I am what I blog. I am what I tweet. I am what I comment. No apologies. Yet.