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See? This is why I could never be a blogger.

I'm firm in the belief that the details of my life are interesting to one person: myself. This may be an ego thing - I mean, I wish people were very interested in my lifestyle, my day, what I think, what I do ... but I think they simply do not.

When I don't have something outrageous to say (all my favorite stories are outrageous - I've been accused of being a compulsive liar because I usually don't tell a story unless it's pretty outlandish), when I don't have something like that to talk about, I more often than not don't say anything.

I like to make sure that whatever comes out of my mouth is quality - unfortunately, I come across as quiet sometimes as a result. It's only when I'm drunk that I'm as expressive as I'd like to be. Unfortunately, in my sobriety, I don't have the benefit of having my inhibitions suppressed. (Suppress the suppressors!)

It's not ego... it's self esteem. I have a huge ego because I like to talk about myself and my accomplishments. I just don't think anyone cares It's an interesting predicament which I plan to remedy.